She hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then she realised there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
- adapted from Douglas Adams



Gone but not forgotten
(or catharsis from the past)


and back into history...

Blogs that take my mind to better places

Adrift at Sea
Aeolian dissonance
A Rain of Frogs
Meanwhile across town
Lette's blog
The Pomo circus is in town
This is nothing, you should hear me play piano

Places that it is my pleasure to take you

Mellaflusia
Tiger's bites - a recipe site
Alberg 29's - sailing!



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Just some scribblings · 27 March 07

For completeness, and to keep them somewhere, I’m including the other couple of things I wrote at my brief writing seminar. No motif this time, rather an exercise in using 8 words. Can you pick them out?
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She gazed at the candle, almost hypnotised by its halo. Her mind began to spin as memories of that day intruded. Just impressions really. The crack of the ladder as it broke, the silence where his whistle had been a moment before. She knew she was fishing for a reason, yet the answer eluded her.
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She smashed her fist against the wall, imagining the luster of his pupil as he smiled at her, so superior, so patronizing. She was tired of always being the juggler, smiling so politely as this violet-faced giant bombarded her with his lessons, his artillery piercing her heart every time.


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