I finally feel comfortable enough that I’ve gone ahead and took out a rental house, at a place called Footprints In the Sand. Hanging out at Harper’s island is nice, and she’s told me I’m welcome to come back any time; but one longs for a place of your own, your own “plot o’ ground,” so to speak, even if you’re renting it.
They say that magic becomes real at the crossroads
The places not quite here
Yet not quite there
The balance points between “was” and “will be”
When the doors between worlds open
And possibilities are unleashed
The twilight is like a crossroads
The borderland between
The light of day and dark of night
You may slumber through the night
And drift through the day
But then the sun truly descends, and the shadows lengthen
The day’s cares are abandoned
As if they had never been
As the magic grows
You race for your home
But oh, only for a span of time
The power swirls about you
As you shed the weeds of workaday
It caresses and teases, the sweetest of lovers
As you gown yourself in glory
It sings sweetly to all your senses
While you touch paint to your lips
Shadow to your eyes
Roses and musk to your throat
And then the door is flung wide
The spell is set
And it shapes your night like a sculptor’s hand to the marble
You give yourself over to gaiety
Drown yourself in music
Reel in the dance’s intoxication
You flirt and flaunt, tease and tempt
Till you capture the one
Who has in turn captured you
And when that moment strikes
Upon the chimes of the night
Then…a new spell begins
— Harper Ganesvoort, 2017
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One way Harper got me into this crazy world was the promise that I could be as alien as I wanted to be, almost anywhere I went. I won’t say I’ve hit the limit yet. As I get cash to add more stuff into my inventory, I’m trying out more and more things, and having lots of fun! And I can see how much Harper loves dressing up in her gold skin, which I haven’t gotten yet myself. (I may soon!)
One place to pick up things for a spacey look was the Metaverse event, which closed a few days ago. The nice thing is that we did some research between us, and you can get most of the goodies from that event at the vendors’ main stores. Remember, you don’t need to do all your shopping at events! These designers have beautiful stores that they would like to keep open as well, and they deserve some “Linden love” (right?) there as well.
Anyway, I found this dress from Plastik at Metaverse, and had to get several different colors. Here’s a hint, by the way — you may still want to go to the main stores if you really love something, because I found more colors for this dress at Plastik’s store in their own vendor, instead of at the event. They didn’t have everything at Metaverse. As it worked out, I still needed to “dye” this dress, which Harper showed me how to do; it was no problem at all.
So Harper invites me to write articles for her blog, and I say, “Well, I’ve done some writing before, back in college, but I hope you’re not expecting something that’ll win an award.”
“Nah,” Harper goes, “this is just for the blog. Have you used WordPress before?”
“No….” Learning a new program? I was getting tenser.
“No problem; it’s very like Word or OpenOffice. If you blow something up, I’ll fix it afterward with you. So, we’ll do another fashion shoot, and you can write up the details.” And I hemmed and I hawed and I sipped at my coffee, and madness must have hit me. Or Harper had that coffee drugged; I was at her house on the Cayo. But I said yes.
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