Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Final report
The air feels laden, like I can almost smell the sea. I'm writing a grammar exam, listening to Koko Taylor; she'll rain on my parade.
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You can't make a sweater without gathering some wool
House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones
* Okay maybe not right this minute...
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And it did.
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