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Alankria - March 16th, 2008
trailing words from her fingers in streaks across the brick walls
06:15 pm March 16th, 2008
alankria
with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees
The good news is that chapters 5 - 9 aren't too bad!

Chapter 10, though.

Oh dear.

That would explain why I haven't been writing much in the last fortnight! Time to hack 'n' rewrite.

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A selection of free things
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Tattoos of the Sky, Tattoos of the Days
Praise & Criticism for M Rekling's 'The Bottle'
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Old House

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Masterfade
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade, and
we let the kittens lick our hair and drink our chalky lemonade.
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid
'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade,
the masterfade.
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