Raft.
I'm on a raft. It's not land, but it's dry. And I don't have to swim so hard.
posted by Polysemous at 8:17 AM
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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- 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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- To CitySplat.
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- A flock of snow geese.
- Settler's Lane.
- Why so quiet, Tom?
- Hungry Heart.
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