[Begin by doing a Maori haka like in Whale Rider. Because this is an Important Poetic Work.] Then mentally reciting to the tune of Scarborough Faire so as to remember:
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Tonight we watched the different lucioles outside. Some were lighting up in unison, some did a Christmas-lights display (lighting in "waves"), and one bug had a voltage issue where its light didn't altogether shut off. "If you stay ON the whole time, you'll die before all the others! Switch it off, buddy!"
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Shhhh...don't tell PETA...
We bring "lucifers" in the house to place by our beds as nightlights. The way different pieces of various languages creep up in your home is exciting, and inspiring.
hah hah...I guess A just means to "ignite" his "breath" - it is a way that he copes with nerves and tells himself, "I can do this." A loved studying about the Maori for his trip this year. He thinks almost anything from an indigenous tribe is cool and powerful. He otherwise also emulates (real) Native American chanting from time to time.
How is NZ? And are you Maori? : )
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