casting_a_single_shadow fyn gula i have a sister-in-law named nova and she is a spiritualist with indigo emotion, purple soul bruises, the dark blue of regret. one late july evening, you heard the strains of turandot and you were sitting beside this captured angel, whose wings seemed to have mended. to our dismay. thinking of jasmine on the skin, the curved beauty of a suddenly exposed hip. we are silent. we are grey. spanish tile under foot. arm in arm. casting the single shadow under the light of a summer moon. 010519 ... kinkazoid i used to see my shadow all the time when i was little and i used to race it and stuff, but i never see my shadow anymore i think i stopped looking for it or something but im gonna go outside right now and race it..it always wins 010612 ... leni try running into the sun. 060625 what's it to you? who go blather from