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One Little Hour   Leave a comment

I am that woman who would wait for dawn,
Nor slept while the slow moon rode into sight;

Who, fighting weariness, gazed full upon
The starry circle drawn around the night.

I saw the Milky Way fade like a cloud,
And, drowsy-lidded, watched the distance grow
Between me and the Pleiades, nor bowed
To heavy hands of sleep upon my brow.

Then, when night grew more stilly palpitate
Listening for the faint birth-cry of morn,
And the cock crew, I, at the very gate,
Fell into cloddish slumber, all out-worn.

Even as I slept, soft as a look or sigh,
The Dawn with Love beside her passed me by.

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Sara Bard Field, “Could You Not Watch With Me One Little Hour.” Poetry, vol. 25, no. 4, 1925, p. 191.

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I’m wearing:

  • Skin: Raonhausen Gweneth [BOM] (Coconut Brows)
  • Head: LAQ Rebel 3.07 Bento
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Limerence Vesta
  • Dress: Belle Epoque Maitane (Blue) (Available at Cupid Inc. event through 2/25)
  • Shoes: Renegade Athena platforms (Silver)
  • Jewelry: Supernatural Gigi choker (Available at Cupid Inc. event through 2/25); Kunglers Valeria rings
  • Eyeshadow: Zibska Aoife (LAQ)
  • Lipstick: Pink Fuel Bon Voyage (LAQ)
  • Lashes: Shiny Stuffs 8 Lashes (LAQ)
  • Nails: SlackGirl Fatal Stilleto

Total ARC: 43,900

Photographed at The Four Seasons (Orinoco Valley region)

Christmas in White   Leave a comment

(Author’s note: since I didn’t have access to some 50 Residents in the proper skin and costumes, I’m asking you to suspend disbelief on my photos, and supplement things with your own imagination. Either road, here’s a short Christmas story from the 48th Century, and my character Ariel Sherman. HG)

Ariel glanced around her at the four dozen-plus gold and silver people surrounding her. As usual, The Land of Fantasy had put on a phenomenal production of its current revue show, and everyone looked satisfied with things, no matter the changes in the script for the evening. Of course, for cyborg memories, “changes in the script” were rather small beer. It was the human pride in their craft that shone here, pride in performing in a once-a-year show to the satisfaction of both themselves and a demanding audience.

There was still a final act to go before they rang down the curtain for the next four weeks, for the show’s annual break. This would not be the usual finale, though, with its famous nudity; not on this night. For this was Day 357 on the Limlight Standard Calendar. There were children in the audience tonight, and the entire performance was much more family-oriented. Especially for tonight’s finale, the one element of this special show which had not changed from year to year. To Ariel’s demanding eye, everyone looked happy, prepared, and confident. She nodded happily back to them, said, “Alright, people; let’s do it,” and got back words and signs of agreement. “Go, Dalton,” she whispered to her organic stage manager, who grinned back, tapped at his tablet, and gave the needed orders. Recorded music began playing; the “small” curtain in front of Ariel opened thirty seconds later, and Lady Ariel Sherman entered at stage center, sweeping through the curtains in a massive ball gown of white satin.

She dropped into a stage-depth curtsey as the audience cheered and applauded and the rest of the cast and company entered behind her. Each of the feature acts took their own bows, then arranged themselves behind their star artiste. The audience quieted at last, and Ariel said into the amplification field, “Thank you all so much for coming tonight to The Land of Fantasy! It’s always our joy and pleasure to perform for you, but doubly so on special nights, such as this.”

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August Night   Leave a comment

She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
Of shore; and how the boy, who was at noon
Simple enough, not different from the rest,
Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went,
Which seemed to her an honest enough test
Whether she loved him, and she was content.

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Research Paper

In the 48th Century, most organic lifeforms tended to carry several preconceptions about the way that Videran cyborgs lived their lives. The all-too-common impression was that all a ‘borg needed to do was glance at a filmpage or a screen, read the contents, and they knew everything there. However, as Zana Sherman could testify all too well, taking in data was not the same as actually learning. A ‘borg’s computer brain still needed to train on how to use the data, to analyze and discuss, in order to act on the information it received, just like an organic’s. And you needed to prove that acquired knowledge to the Powers That Be, in order to get the accreditation the law frequently required. Such as Ph.D.s in psychology.

Which was why Zana was now where she was, observing a shift of the operations crew on one of the private starbases orbiting Videra, gathering information for a paper due one of her professors. Psychology of xenospecies was her focus of study, and this shift was strongly populated by non-humanoid lifeforms. Indeed, by a fluke of scheduling, two sisters from the planet Tibeon were holding down the main operations chairs during this shift. Staying as unobtrusive as possible, asking the minimum of questions on what they did and why, Zana still found herself tapping reams of notes into her tablet.

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Walking in Dublin

Put on my green pump shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of my Dublin crew
In the middle of the pouring rain
Daniel O’Connell, won’t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
An’ I’m as green as a girl can be


Then I’m walking in Dublin
Walking with James Joyce striding at my heels
Walking in Dublin
But do I really feel the way I feel?

With many apologies to Marc Cohn

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Sojourn in Sindaria

When last we met, Jemmy was giving me the Dickens — in a joshing sort of way — over not properly introducing Morgan to the readers … in a Technicolor photoshoot of colorful alien skins and fantasial costumes.

To which … I agreed that she was right. And, as Morgan looked on in fascinated horror, I started to make my plans ….

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Sheer Repetition

My first post — alright, we call ’em articles on this blog — and Harper asked me to help her fix something she missed.

Well, it wasn’t really obvious, I’ll say that. Harper stumbled across the dress under the coat I’m wearing when she went over a sales blog, and found it listed in a different location from the coat. Turns out they’re part of a set, really, but at two different sales. She asked me to model the proper set, if I was interested, and I said sure.

And it’s a lovely combination; the colors can be changed around to match or clash as you want with the HUDs, and you can have the metallic feathers either above or below, or both! Then there’s the dress …. I’d really encourage you to wear the coat, and some pantyhose under the dress, just as a precaution, because this dress is somehow on the sheer side. It still rocks, though; just revealing enough to make a noob like me cautious, but fantastically nice anyway.

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  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Triumph (Chocolate)
  • Hair: rezology Voluminous Topknot
  • Gown and coat: Lana Epifania — coat at Shiny Shabby; dress at Tres Chic
  • Shoes: Renegade Nicole platform heels
  • Hosiery: I&A Ryan Design Almere seamless pantyhose (Silver, Maitreya applier only)
  • Jewelry: aisling Karishma necklace and earrings; Luminesse Ziella Tookha ring
  • Eyeshadow: VileCult 80’s Rebel (Omega, slot 1)
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Fabulosa Heaven (Omega, slot 5)
  • Nails: NessMarket Snowflakes A (purple)
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