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above the frozen lawn.

above the frozen lawn,

[...] The joints are becoming not only more flexible, but the fluid within the joints, which was “frozen” —

—which was “frozen” is being released, and in a manner of speaking, “melted.” [...]

He frozen on top, she frozen beneath. [...]

[...] He is no longer frozen in position. [...]

[...] The pendulum had swung too far over in both of your cases, to a discipline that became static and frozen. [...]

[...] He saw both personalities as frozen, finally, and he thought: if spontaneity and discipline are both false roads, then where do I go? [...]

Scattered, melted, frozen.

[...] To my surprise I discovered that as I massaged those tendons underneath the knee, her foot began to move back and forth an inch — something she hasn’t been able to do for months, at least, and proof that the left knee joint wasn’t frozen. [...]

He tried to scream, could not for a frozen moment, then he screamed and ran. [...] The interval during which Ruburt could not scream represented the frozen interval of indecision, in which he could not act.

[...] His had just frozen up due to unsuspected overheating; he had to be at the Chemung County airport at 2:30 to pick up his sister Judy, flying in from the Midwest, then again at 5:30 to pick up Margaret and Joe. [...]

(The day was cold—34 degrees—with a coating of half-frozen snow on everything; it had been accumulating through the night. [...]

When it attempts to hold the upper position indefinitely, there is frozen motion and built-up pressures, but there will be the inevitable tumbling under. [...]

Now to some extant Ruburt’s ego wanted to stay where it was also: hence, comparatively speaking, the frozen motion.

[...] The flowers thrust themselves up through soil, but they hardly consider the soil or thrusting a tragedy, nor resent the time spent in the frozen earth, for they realize the frozen earth is a condition of their blossoming—a challenge that is an aid, not a hindrance. [...]

I am teaching Ruburt to utilize energy in a much more beneficial fashion, and to liberate energy that has, in a way, been frozen—held back in fear and distrust. [...]

[...] When they are frozen certain changes happen, and when the psychic atmosphere is saturated there will be a metamorphosis of a kind and a release of abilities that have been latent.

[...] It happened that Saturday afternoon I’d taken a package of frozen cheesecake out of the freezer and thawed it out with the intention of serving it Saturday evening. [...]

[...] Many will now surface most likely on their own in response to current events, as per this morning: the memories will not be frozen, but will move naturally into present experience, and take their natural place. [...]

[...] Over in her office, Kim Evans said that the report on Jane noted that her joints were “frozen.” [...]

He thought of that realm as eternal and unchanging, a perfect but frozen composite that must indeed inspire men toward achievement on the one hand, and on the other reproach them for their failure, since their achievements must necessarily seem puny in contrast. [...]

[...] Many artists relied upon the stereotyped constructions of their age, rather than looking within for their own revelations, so that art could have become the frozen art form—painting could have—that showed clearly the spiritual immobility of a people who finally grew dry.

Your father represented what you thought of as the secret, isolated creative self—more or less at odds with the world, unappreciated by it in family or financial terms; the alone, artistic self you thought unable to communicate, inarticulate and dumb, locked away from close communication with others, and indeed barraged by misunderstandings because of its very creativity—emotionally frozen, afraid to show itself.