here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Friday 3 September 2004
when all around is just a little bit wonky, there is nothing like a good cuppa to begin the setting to rightness. i've my beautiful 6 week old niece in my arm and although typing is a little difficult, it's more than worth it.
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