All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
Mood:
giddy
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
*happy dance*
I knew there was a reason I would be happy to move back here.
Geese have been flying overhead for the past two weeks, more telling than the weatherman.
It's snowing.
I know, yes. It won't stay, not yet. But still.
Snow. While the leaves are still in autumn's colours.
Coffee, hiking boots, sweater and gloves. Time for a walk.
*happy happy sigh*
soundtrack: the knocking of a just-come-back-to-life furnace.
Geese have been flying overhead for the past two weeks, more telling than the weatherman.
It's snowing.
I know, yes. It won't stay, not yet. But still.
Snow. While the leaves are still in autumn's colours.
Coffee, hiking boots, sweater and gloves. Time for a walk.
*happy happy sigh*
soundtrack: the knocking of a just-come-back-to-life furnace.
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