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Guardian of the Glade   Leave a comment

Summoned from the waters of the sacred spring, the Guardian watches over the Glade of the Goddess, fending off those who would profane the holy shrine with their violence ….

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Go Go Round   1 comment

What might we have if Gordon Lightfoot’s early song, “Go Go Round,” was brought forward from the Sixties into the distant future …?  The NEO-Japan sale event has some great clothes to illustrate it.

Alone upon the sidewalks of despair
’twas there she wandered
With her suitcase in her hand
Her fate she pondered

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Digital 11   4 comments

As opposed to, say, a natural 11; but then, I don’t shoot craps in Las Vegas.

Rezz Day 11 sneaked up on me this year; it’s been another very active week or so in Real Life, and promises to keep on moving in that direction for several more days.  But yesterday completed another turn around the sun for me.  While I was putting together this style, I was laughing about how we were all gettin’ up there with Belle Roussel and the members of her Chop Zuey group.  Second Life itself is just a few years older than me; but that’s quite mature in the world of computers.  And fairly old indeed in the history of graphical virtual worlds (assuming you begin with The Sims and SimCity).

There are still some old-timers out there, I think, from the days of Linden World; I’m pretty sure I and my contemporaries haven’t outlasted everyone yet of that vintage.  The time is approaching, though, when we are going to be the elders, no matter how youthful we look in world — when myself, Belle, Berry Singh, Gidge Uriza, Winter Jefferson et al. will be the elders of our slice of the Grid.  Hopefully we’re doing what we can to maintain a good Grid, to keep the power running to the shining servers of Second Life so that this game that’s more than a game will thrive and fulfill its potential.

Until then, I keep marking the days, exploring and styling, and looking forward to the next year.  I hope I’ll see at least some of you in world during that time.

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The details:

  • Head: Akeruka Camille 2.5 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Hope (Sapphire)
  • Hair: JUMO Diva
  • Ensemble: DE.Boutique Reveal gown and Queen Bee heels
  • Accessories: David Heather Richie stole (cream); GeWunjo Mara suite (necklace, earrings, bracelet and diadem); Maddict Starlet gloves; Chop Zuey Pagoda ring; kunst Diva cigarette holder
  • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl Clair (Akeruka, slot 2)
  • Lashes: thick head system lashes, supplemented with FATElashes 2.0
  • Lipstick: .kosmetik Lustre Lipstick.runway (Omega, slot 4 [use ALL ZONES; buttons are reversed)

Posted October 12, 2018 by Harper Ganesvoort in Fashion, Personal

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4767 C. E.

Ariel Sherman, relaxing one night on the front terrace of her mansion in Vidran City, saw the flitter descend from traffic level outside the estate, aiming for the parking area in front of the garage. The golden cyborg smiled as she recognized the color and markings on the air vehicle. Laying aside her bookpadd on a side table, she stood and headed down the stairs to the ceramacrete pathway between house and garage.

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The Lamp of Life   Leave a comment

Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch toward this glory, while the lands
We journey through are hidden from our sight

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Thank Heaven for Paris   Leave a comment

I had to meet the photographer in Paris — but the only taxis were these vintage hacks.  But it was a fun ride!

Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven
I can’t resist a joyous urge
To smile and say

Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day

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Fern Hill   2 comments

I wanted to pass this one on to Harper, really.  She lives up to her handle, and knows so much more about poetry than I do, or is just plain better at researching it than I am.  Our Fearsome — that is our Fearless Leader, however, insisted that I write this one since I shot the photos.  And, for once, I know a little bit about Welsh poetry — a very little bit, but I have a taste for Dylan Thomas.

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