By Vachel Lindsay
In the snow-born waterfalls we found the golden orchids
Nodding in the moss beneath the thunder.
Though many a snowstorm there had come and gone,
Though many a wind had deeply snowed them under,
They nodded there, and slept in spite of thunder,
In delicate, serene and golden wonder.
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On Thursday morning I learned that one of my longtime friends in fandom -- one of the people with whom I rewatch Voyager on Tuesdays, whom I first met when the show was first airing -- passed away on Wednesday. It wasn't precisely a surprise, since she had been fighting cancer for four years, but she had been very reticent to talk about her treatment and we had no idea how ill she had become. She leaves behind a husband, a daughter, and so many friends and people she helped in fandom, and I feel as angry as sad that she won't be here for all of them and all of us.
It was otherwise a quiet day with beautiful weather. I got some work done and when was done working, we walked to Idylwood. The eagles seem to be nesting -- one is usually in the tree and I think one is down in the nest. I chatted with my usual Thursday night friends, then we ate dinner, and now we're watching Poor Things, which veers between being a feminist fantasy and the worst sort of exploitation film and I can't decide which is winning but it's definitely thought-provoking and both Dafoe and Stone are fearless. Orchids at the conservatory at Volunteer Park:
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