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The Waves

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
Virginia Woolf

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Xeb said…
No no no honey!
Wrong visual image! :P
You need the dark broody cliffs and the monstrous waves underneath to make this effective!
10:26 AM
Xeb said…
Ps: Thanks :)
Pps: Where are you? Home?
10:31 AM
decaf said…
But she walked into a river, with stones in her pockets :)

PS: Yup, home. What're they making at your gate? The whole ground's broken up.

PPS: Where we went, there were no cliffs :(
4:07 PM
Xeb said…
She did? Well i alwasy thought she was a little dumb! :P

They're making a swimming pool in my driveway! ;) hehhe nai they're making a water tank and its a pain in the neck cause our cars need to be parked at someone else's house and so on!

Also, bring paulian over sometime soon, he promised to come over and then fill out my book for me!! :P
okay?
9:49 AM
psnob said…
hey...more frequent updates please? :) :p
11:27 AM
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