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Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
-Tom Waits, 'Alice'
Gday Poots!
Sorry to wax lyrical, but your Alice makes me think of Tom's Alice... His is a story of obsession and the descent into madness - not that you're mad or obsessed, but the two terms are familiar to most practioners of Bonsai.
I remember Alice when she was only little - attached is a very crude virt from 2003. How much she has changed since then... Her roots are looking great, and I can't wait 'til next year to see how she goes up top!
Thanks!
Fly.