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Down the rabbit hole

I almost forgot to feed the giraffes this morning. Luckily, the bravest of them dared to swim right up to me as soon as I left the igloo, and by pointing his hoof at his mouth, turning in the water and rubbing his tummy, reminded me of my dereliction of duty; but it was a close call. I will have to do better tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the mummy of Wahibre Setepenre is still awaiting pick up in my shed. I want it moved, so that I can grow cabbages in its spot.


Jan. 27th, 2005 08:06 pm (UTC)
Early, before the sun, they clasp their children to their heaving breasts...for who can bear to be forgotten?
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:18 pm (UTC)
The snow was warm and burned their toes as the sand dripped from the sky.
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
While coffee stains spread obscuring the rosaries, the Winter King held forth on the relative importance of wearing ice shirts ubnderneath the bear rug.
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:51 pm (UTC)
And ever have I longed to sit and cast upon the fire, sun and moon and star alike to dance upon that pyre.
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:53 pm (UTC)
But will it work? So much is lost. The weeping willow casts its shadow overhead, and life once more begins.
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:56 pm (UTC)
The cat was calling to me and I wanted not to go, but how could I refuse it when the clock turned back again?
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
Impossible, when even 10 lords a-leapin' couldn't conquer the blue skies at the other end of summer.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
It now has passed and all is still. But will it come again? Dark shadows move outside the world as we speak softly in the past.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:10 pm (UTC)
In the vast recesses of my mind, I wander aimlessly from synapse to stalagtite, letting my hands do the talking for both of us.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:14 pm (UTC)
The deep wet tangle of the elastic spine enveloped me. I struggled to free myself only to find I held the child too far away.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
Stalwardly he drank his tea, stealthily eying the competition. She stood on tiptoes and reached out across the bronze-hued ocean, answering the blood red cockle-shell in shrill diatribe.

How could he treat a poor maiden so?
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC)
The geyser spewed forth and the flowers rained down, punching great holes into the earth where they fell.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:29 pm (UTC)
And all is reverent where Isis passes...
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:33 pm (UTC)
Durning the witching hour the moon shall rise in four places and the hour glass shall burst spilling sand until the sun's arrival.
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:42 pm (UTC)
Truly: I wasn't meant for secrets like these. Chinese whispers and sardines is all a girl can take on any given Sunday.
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