Of all the words to follow the "White Rabbit" on a New Years Day, some how it wasn't at all strange to see an argument with the television erupt with one side grumbling "Lord of the Rings" in the face of H. Potter. At least the 23 hours of total silence since the start of the year was something never before done. At least for the year.
Prior to losing sleep to the deafening quiet of a 3am doze it was all just a maddening rush of nerves prickling and toying with the body like a back with an itch. In the end a mole unseen or unregistered has been.
Despite what it may look like from the passersby, trying to catch falling ash is extremely intense. The trick of it all is to cup it without crushing it.
Wednesday, 9 January 2002 - 04:56
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