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Talked to my dad today on the phone. During the course of the conversation, I said "... if that makes me a cold hearted bitch, then so be it." And he replied "Heh, you hit the nail on the head there, didn'ja?"

It made me smile.

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I memorized this piece of Shakespeare when I was in junior high school. I always kind of saw myself as the moon in this, which isn't necessarily a good way to view oneself. There is other poetry regarding the moon that is more flattering, and I like that as well. But my self-view in this has changed recently. I remembered something someone said to me once, about how the time just before dawn made him think of me, the colors of a sunrise reminding him of the colors that represented me in his mind. And the gentle flow of this has been running through my head a lot today.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

~Romeo & Juliet, Scene II

Additional loveliness: The most darling witch, tikimon posted this bit of poetry in her LJ Tiki's Poem inspired by what I had written and quoted here. How wonderful is that?