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Sep. 11th, 2003 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeDriving this morning through a sea of nothingness, mist all around me reminded me of these lyrics...
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.
Back 'in the days' when I worked in Cumbria there would be mornings when I'd wake up and the nearby village would be lost under a sea of mist, a vast cloud of nothingness obscuring everything below it.
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.
Back 'in the days' when I worked in Cumbria there would be mornings when I'd wake up and the nearby village would be lost under a sea of mist, a vast cloud of nothingness obscuring everything below it.
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Date: 2003-09-11 05:05 am (UTC)tied to the phone like an expectant father
your carnation will rot in a vase.
oh wow.. music of my college years *shiver*
K xx