29 July 2008

the compass always points.

Back up north I go. I've had enough of the London sun.

The cool blanket of haar awaits, obscuring what comes next, showing only shadows and silhouettes.
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The Tasting Note said...

Haaaaaaarrrrrr!

Still chuckle whenever I think of that story!

10:17 am

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