Mending.
Zil came 'round & we've sorted it out.
It's mending.
We're really glad about that.
It's mending.
We're really glad about that.
posted by Polysemous at 4:55 PM
Saturday, July 08, 2006
About Me
- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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- An awful conversation.
- This isn't finished; I've just run out of time.
- Weary and weep.
- A siren agonistes - oh, don't insult me!
- Deep blue memory.
- On the house.
- Monkey business.
- Send me to my knees.
- Angelata & Gray.
- Hurting.
2 Comments:
yay!
*hugs*
Glad for you all on this one. It's hard to keep things level sometimes. I'm not a hugger, but real good at handing over the tissue box with sincerity. :) Ravin
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