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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2007-07-19 10:13 pm
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"If It Will Help My Sea Level Go Down..."
I haven't mentioned it or anything, but I've been doing a small fast for the last two weeks (it's only for two weeks). Nothing has gone wrong, but that's probably because it's not to make me lose weight. Any any rate, it's over Saturday.
Library to-morrow, and then I must come home and PACK. I laundered all my things, and sent my prescription in to-day to pick up to-morrow, and I remembered to cancel my appointment. I am amazing and wonderful, all right? Just because I did the things I meant to to-day. Also, I snuck out about an hour ago and taped coloured paper hearts to the interior of Mum's car, because she says to-morrow at work for her is going to be awful. So I thought maybe that would help, if just a little. Just the thought. Nothing practical.
Happy birthday,
skyarma! Or at least LJ would have me believe so. I hope it was very lovely. ♥
Two days! Only two days.
Library to-morrow, and then I must come home and PACK. I laundered all my things, and sent my prescription in to-day to pick up to-morrow, and I remembered to cancel my appointment. I am amazing and wonderful, all right? Just because I did the things I meant to to-day. Also, I snuck out about an hour ago and taped coloured paper hearts to the interior of Mum's car, because she says to-morrow at work for her is going to be awful. So I thought maybe that would help, if just a little. Just the thought. Nothing practical.
Happy birthday,
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Two days! Only two days.
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Drabble!:
In the castle, the tapestries, woven by Gawain's people for their King, hang along the walls to welcome the one who comes home. They are rich with the spirits of the Orkneys.
There were no tapestries in their mother's time. Then, when Mordred caught Gaheris to pull him away for a kiss, they ducked into another empty room, or fled to the standing stones, they sometimes laughed. Things are different now. They press close shielded by billows of red cloth, pretending the ghosts don't remind them every moment: soon they will both be orphans.
The wind drops. Red covers them.
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Thank you!
(The measure of all the Arthuriana I read now is how 'right' it is by DF standards. ^_~)
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(XD You're. um. not alone in that.)
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yet. Though Cimorene is getting to the point where she practically counts.)no subject
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