And time flames like a paraffin stove /
And what it burns are the minutes I live.
Monday, August 23, 2004
this is what it sounds like...when doves cry
I forgot to mention in the previous post that I spent last night at THSWSNBN's Sister Site, which is reputed to be quite haunted. I slept in one of the historic buildings, on the floor, and have very little back problems as a result (hurray!)
there is something terrific about waking up in the middle of history like that.