Inside closed eyes lies the canvas for day & night dreams: pools of milky black offset by the ghosting of blood vessels, nerves, and other assorted arithmetic patterns that point to a greater natural language. Faintly purple bursts fade to strawberry whorls. A fingerprint, a blot, a parade of sunspots
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I feel cheeky doing this... but...
I was just wondering if you were using this journal any more?... and, well... if you don't want it anymore, could I take it off of your hands? =]
I'd be happy to make you some icons or something in exchange! =]
You'll probably not recieve any notification about this comment, it has been a while. But yeah xD Leave me a comment at my journal or a reply to this...
Thanks! ♥
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Sorry! Allison
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To answer your question, money prohibited the grand Winter 07 Antarctic Adventure. So I did the next best thing (in my opinion) and went to Iceland last February. It was magical. Aurora borealis, icebergs, frozen oceans and all. One of the most idiosyncratic, blissful traveling experiences I've had yet. :)
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