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Less than 15 minutes before we start the mayem and many of you have yet to donate..shame shame I say.

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says herself the song is My Sharona by the knack

Blogathon starts, as belgatherial mentions, near the beginning. Pshaw..we can do better

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD. AND THE WORD..well it was a long time ago and the few who claim to know what it was are known to have done a lot of experimenting with psychotropic drugs. But could it really have been Sharona?

So in case you have forgotten btw

donate. Yes there is a reason for this madness today. Many of us are still doing Blogathon even though the official group is on hiatus. And because it is a shortened group I am throwing my heklp in with belgatherial and her very worthy NZ charity. Although where kids are is immaterial, for every country has some that need help and they are our future. So visit Jax on lj or as jax goss on facebook, make sure she is awake, learn of her quasi sordid past, in musical tastes if nothing else. And most important, help the children.

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And the Word Sharona was walking on watching a ginger headed lass in a car pass her. Or imagining it, cars not being around yet. And hearing the song She looked to see what she had left behind and then realised that before her there was nothing TO be left behind. Which sort of pumped up the ego a bit.

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The Sharona kept walking. Crowds of people were playing football, although there was the slight problem of the ball not having been invented yet,. Nor did people know about the vuvuzela although it had been. And there were rather large buildings going up that made Sharona just a bit uneasy.

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Among other things that had not been invented was dancing, although in the South there was some sort of foot moving with a time signature. But one day as she was walking Sharona saw a swan overhead and felt something move inside her from heart to heel.

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As she walked on, Sharona smelled paint. She looked over and saw a group of young people on a stage. She had never seen young people per se, or a stage. And she was not sure that they had ever seen a stage either. But they did seem to be having copious amounts of fun even though they were working hard. Or perhaps because they working hard. Either way..it made her smile as she walked on.

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As Sharona walked on she soon realised she was far from the only word. There were tonnes and tonnes of them. Sadly, people often got them confused or forgot them. And while she saw how that could cause trouble, it often made her chuckle.

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Again she watched cars driving past and wondered when they would be invented so she could ride in them. She heard a small string of obscenities (another group of words) and found a small & stuck in the sand. She helped it free itself. Oddly, although it had no fingers she could swear she saw the middle one as it swaggered off.

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It was about this time that someone invented junk food. And although Scotch had yet to be invented, somehow Sharona developed a taste for it. She would create a sofa and sit on it eating chips and drinking scotch while wishing for some sort of box with moving pictures so that she would not be lonely.

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Even primal words have their stages in life. And standing here Sharona felt herself at such a juncture, feeling of warm sun and smelling peaches.

In Case You Had Forgotten

Today's story is inspired by the ongoing blog of belgatheriall and is,in fact, the cause of today in that it is her favourite charity that money is being raised for. That charity being

this


You know, the thought occurs that if people on my flist could donate 2 dollars USD each Jax would have enough to go well over the top. Yes, that is more than a hint.

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Amidst the smell of peaches and sunlight (was sunlight supposed to smell? she was not sure yet) and the sound of the beach, Sharona realised what she was missing. Friends. So she looked for a place she could find some.

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There were no stores that sold friends said the clerk. But she said it kindly and soon Sharona found herself with a friend. Now,if she could just figure out where the strings came from.

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The longer Sharona wandered the younger some humans seemed to be. She remembered seeing a whole group of them that were barely passed sprogdom that were dancing to some sort of syncopation. And she found herself smiling, as she did often.

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And she walked. And she walked. Being Sharona she could walk over oceans and she did.and she found beings of magic, their wings carefully hidden, teaching the small humans how to keep their imaginations as the small native beings played around them and the same songs would play over and over.

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One night she stopped, and for the span of that darkness felt the light and the music and the magic as someone felt their own wings for just a fraction of an instant, but long enough to change history over time.

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She kept returning to the same person over and over, although unknown. Sort of a word as fairy godmother sort of thing. Although she did not really do much. And she felt the purity of the heartcrushes and smiled. And she felt the purity of the heart breaking and still smiled, because she know that there would be another cycle.

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She would have long conversations with the telephone poles about who would take over the world, humans or those with magic. The telephone poles, who constantly itched from the conversations racing over their wires, tended to be biased.

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And once she had made friends with the telephone poles she could go back to wandering. Although there was a time she liked to show up around solstice and see how her wings were growing and if the cider she drank still tasted like freedom.

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And sometimes the magic and the human merged into one long night of talking and music and saving the world. Or perhaps deciding it did not need saved.

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And sometimes the telephone poles would tell of the Dragon and the Wolf and how they would taunt the humans. Especially the males, for Sharona had learned that several different types of humans had evolved, some of them without even having names for what they were.

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Sometimes the poles would get confused. There was talk of a chef and British comedies and yet more long night talks but the fact was that these were things that had already come and gone. And Sharona began to notice that time was no longer quite as linear as it used to be.

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and sometimes Sharona was happy that time was not so linear, for one night it brought her to a place where she and her friends danced. Not just with their bodies but with their laughter and their love and their lust and their hearts and their souls and the music was wrapped tightly with magic.

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And sometimes the kittens would tumble around her as if she was as real as everyone else drinking wine still unchanged from their swimsuits as they had gone for a Holiday dip

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Again west and north and children absorbing hormones and imagination. And she stood next to the dragon unseen and watched as storm and song weaved magic across the night.

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The air smelled of alcohol and future, of friendship and hope and magic. Sharona felt a light light pressure against her knee as Coyote walked by her. "I do so love a game of cards" he chuckles as he moved from four legs to two "Regardless of what the game is called/"

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Raven was lost. It was not that he had not found the Dragon. It is just that nobody else was around. And then he noticed that she was younger than Coyote had described her. But even young her body moved in a flow of magic that could melt even Tricksters. And so he wove a placemarker so that she would always remember those moments. And then he flew off, for Coyote had mentioned a card game.

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Coyote and Sharona followed the dragon from room to room in her young teen years dorm. Sharona smiled and Coyote wondered if there was a way of bottling all that potential

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And at Holiday they all try to make it to the Dragon's family. Sharona, Raven and Coyote and watch the entire family sing until the music spins into happiness all night long

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Sharona, being a word, was comfortable anywhere. And Coyote was originally from the desert although he had become adaptable. And so they enjoyed the heat and the music and the bounciness from Africa to Australia while Raven stayed in an air conditioned room and made
vuvuzelas for the neighbourhood.

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And they watch the two couples and they listen to the music and they take some of the desert and the sun and put it in with the music so that something about it will never quite go away

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And today they had all moved back to watch their Dragon take her first steps toward being herself, although she did not realise it yet.