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November 28, 2010
I was late, but he wasn't too mad. At least, I think he wsan't. Mum gets home tonight, which will be nice. Dad's out, visiting our neighbour in hospital; he had a stroke a week or so ago. I've done nothing all weekend, well, nothing constructive, but I am still tired, still worn.


Raindrop notes hit the snowflake keys like rhythm sticks. Spider web lamposts, complete with Narnia twinkles littered the clouds. Yellowing hearts wept new and deformed shoots. Craving. The fire crackles, a star burning bright in the grate. I'll miss it, you know. Candyfloss mountains.