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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2007
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November
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- *494 - i miss, i miss, i miss
- *493 - mixed emotions
- *492 - team reports
- *491 - dancing amongst the trees
- *490 - email from Mumsies ...
- *489 - back to baking
- *488 - black friday
- *487 - blockheads
- *486 - break's here!
- *485 - constants
- *484 - gone
- *483 - (: and ):
- *482 - hospital part 2
- *481 - cayuga medical centre
- *480 - belated halloween
- *479 - snow
- *478 - missing underwear
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November
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