Though I am old with wandering, Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hands And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck 'til time and time are done The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun.
~*kneels and praises W.B. Yeats*
~D$mn, Silk. Such nice LJ layout. Prettiness abound.
~Stop your cruel, work-distracting evilness. I have discovered myself sitting for 10 minutes staring at your LJ. The colors, they just match so nicely, and, and, and...... and it's just so pretty, and, and, and......O_O.
~Alright, yes, I'll get over this. Just... gimme a moment. Or 27.
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Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck 'til time and time are done
The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun.
~*kneels and praises W.B. Yeats*
~D$mn, Silk. Such nice LJ layout. Prettiness abound.
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~Alright, yes, I'll get over this. Just... gimme a moment. Or 27.
~By the way, I like your LJ layout.
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