Blue bird.
All is very well. There's no point attempting to protect oneself from hurt. It will come. There's no point thinking there is any escape. There isn't. That's okay.
posted by Polysemous at 7:42 PM
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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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- In brief.
- Between the gasps of memory.
- Queen's Speech.
- This (star point) life.
- Babes with books.
- No shit, Sherlock.
- Relief.
- Two weeks.
- One week.
- Why change things just when they're going so well?
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