Reflections and Fuzzy Slippers

There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Epigraph

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Alright, well, this is it. If there's one thing for which I am grateful, it is that things change. I don't know if things change on ...

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

S.T. (orm)

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I got so rained on today. It was unbelievable. Looking through the archives, I am shocked to find that I have never yet elaborated on my adm...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Inspirational fuel for all future college students.

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Summer is over. And in honour of the end of an era... ... SQUIDPUNK! Oh come on. What did you expect?

Friday, August 14, 2009

If I don't think of a title soon I'm going to be very cross indeed because there is soup waiting

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I was walking home from piano today. (Not the best opening sentence ever, but forgive me...I'm just warming up here.) My backpack was fu...

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Hot and a Cold

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IF YOU FIND THIS MESSAGE YOU ARE AFRIEND INDEED AND YOUR ARE A SOVIOUR FROM THE DEEPS, -message in bottle found by the beachcombing crew tha...

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WistfulSparrow: Montreal, Quebec, Canada; There will come a day when the sun does not appear in the east. And the oceans will rise and swallow the land once more, and the trees will tear up their roots and gently float away. Search the water on that day for a small yellow sailboat, and you may find me there, whistling softly, the sea stretching on to eternity in every direction.

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