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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Sunday, January 23, 2005

SUNDAY MORNING AFTER A LONG SATURDAY EVENING 


Been going through some old poems that I'd forgotten about. It's fun, and while doing it I trick myself into thinking I'm actually doing some work. To make this easier, these joyful though sometimes painful journeys into the past are being accompanied by a small glass of Caol Ila 18 years.

Cheers!
Posted by: François Pointeau / 09:41
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