Wanderlight

Jul 11, 2010 02:12

And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams,
And my dreams are wild dreams, and old dreams and new;
They haunt me and daunt me with fears of the morrow -
My brothers they doubt me - but my dreams come true.

Henry Lawson

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bruteart July 16 2010, 14:54:23 UTC
That poem is spectacularly morbid. How are you, sweety? I wasn't sure if your email had changed recently, so I thought I'd reach out over LJ instead, 'cause I just logged in to prevent my so-called inactive account getting caught in the Great Purge of 2010.

Big boy has gone Goth. Bring a camera.

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noirbabalon July 19 2010, 23:12:15 UTC
:-) Tom has had the soul of a Goth since the day he was born. Can't wait to see ...

No change to my email, phone number or job status...although given that one is about to change, there may be a flow on effect :-)

Give my love to all. We should catch up soon.

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