Sitting on the balcony waiting for a storm to cross the harbour. The cloud is deep azure, the wind has cooled. We try to pretend we aren't scared. But we want this rain so badly.
We will sit all night, watching.
Treasonable fightings and restive sicks
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*A Christmas Message*
We are now approaching once again Christmas. Christmas is that happy year
of time when puddings gather around families for the feas...
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