Butter on the door frames.
One, two, four... FIVE Dancers...
posted by Polysemous @ 7:37 PM
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Friday, July 03, 2009
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- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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