It meant that the sky was filled with blue flame, flickering off and on with rain that swirled and trees that bent and swayed like they were dancing to some unearthly rhythm. It was mesmerising. We turned off all the lights and shut down all the machines and sat in our window seat, awed at the beauty.
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katekat1010) wrote,
my monkied brain
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It was a dark and stormy night...
It meant that the sky was filled with blue flame, flickering off and on with rain that swirled and trees that bent and swayed like they were dancing to some unearthly rhythm. It was mesmerising. We turned off all the lights and shut down all the machines and sat in our window seat, awed at the beauty.
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but... the story goes on without me!
As far back as I can remember, I've believed somewhere in the back of my head, at a gut level of knowing-ness, that the stories in books go on…
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Goodbye to my Grandfather
My maternal Grandfather passed away last week Sunday after celebrating his 98th birthday in April. His passing wasn't entirely a surprise, because…
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Sunday night
People have horrible taste. I know because I read the fanfiction they recommend. And it's true that my tolerance for shitty fanfic has lessened the…
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