One day we will fix the beaten up old car. And we'll drive it all the way down the low tide road to the light house. But what will we find there?? Will Ophelia sink, with those scratched letters the last thing that the fishing rods will witness before she goes down?? That was our perfect life already... That was something that we looked out and stitched together in all of our minds... Something heroically lost Waiting to be heroically found
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ah yes very good, the clone army has begun to form... these haikus did surprise the republic actually. the one about runcle rah is the best
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Hi Kim xx :)
Hello darling Jenni,
Miss you lotsly pretty gal
Leigh, you must know a bit about hotels in Edinburgh.
Can you help this blogger ?
I've been sneeking around on Myspace a bit lately and I realised that your friend Dark Diaemus knows her which makes her a friend of a friend of yours. Small world.
Ah, I don't know why that link doesn't work. Let me try again:
Here
Hope alls well and all. Write more, I miss it! xo
there goes that stealth identity!
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