One Fine Day

Massive winds fluttered the fluttering sideburns on the side of the face. A remnant of laziness and "just too painful to pluck in a winter season."

Found a copy of a brand new Analog in the library. Months had passed and nothing new came from it. But now, back on the racks and in the annual double bumper issue form. A feeling of ease as the pages were not yet warped down the spine. Not enough time to read even one-fifth. Next time perhaps.

A similar thought which came up in the option of fixing all surrounding fences. Left at a glance, nothing. Wind totaled the side of the fence leaving a "communal" feel. Less charge if ever the time came for a new colorbond fence.

Soon Van

Tuesday, 26 August 2003 - 08:14

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