{"id":1719,"date":"2015-01-25T16:09:53","date_gmt":"2015-01-25T06:09:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/?p=1719"},"modified":"2015-01-25T16:09:53","modified_gmt":"2015-01-25T06:09:53","slug":"forty-six-attired-with-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/?p=1719","title":{"rendered":"forty-six (attired with stars)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/oak.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1720\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/oak.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"oak\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/oak.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/oak.jpg?w=480 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <em>for B&#8211;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s true what they say; that you&#8217;re too young for me. And so I&#8217;ve decided to stop here, at the age I am, and wait for you.<\/p>\n<p>Later tonight, while you&#8217;re sleeping, I will walk into the forest near our home, and find a shaded grove with a tree whose topmost branches scrape the sky. I&#8217;ll settle\u00a0there, at her roots, with my back against her trunk, and take a deep and quiet pause.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard to say what those years will contain for you.<\/p>\n<p>Twenty\u00a0years is a long time: you might travel, or take root. I imagine you working and making friends. Falling in, and out, of love. Losing some of those you love; growing scars. There are times you will grow tired, and days that will fill you with transparent wonder. Poems will fall through you, and hit the floor. A line of music will embed itself in\u00a0the beat of your heart. There may be a war, or a revolution. 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Later tonight, while you&#8217;re sleeping, I will walk into the forest near our home, and find a shaded grove with a tree whose topmost branches&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1720,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[725,167,288],"tags":[722,727,970,728,971],"class_list":["post-1719","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-200-words-200-days","category-on-writing","category-short-works","tag-200-days","tag-200-words","tag-john-milton","tag-microfiction","tag-on-time"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4LH1G-rJ","jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/oak.jpg?fit=480%2C640","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1719","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1719"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1719\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1722,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1719\/revisions\/1722"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1720"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1719"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1719"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1719"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}