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Ma vitre est un jardin de givre
Dec. 3rd, 2002 06:59 pmCurse those Asians and their obsession with cute! They keep making my buy fruity notebooks! Arg.
The window on the landing is covered with frost, and the street-lamp turned it into diamonds as night fell. The air today was crisp and chill and almost enough to sear my lungs and very clear; this morning's sunrise was deep pink and purple, and throughout the day the sun on the snow was blinding-bright.
My heart is heavy for Bashy-man and for Anna-chan, who've both had it incredibly rough this year. It's not too early for me to wish them easier times in 2003, is it?
It's strange, sometimes I spend so long drawing blanks that when I come to, I feel as though I've collided with something, something painful but invigorating. My present lethargy is the dwindling afterglow, I think, but now is the time for creation.
The window on the landing is covered with frost, and the street-lamp turned it into diamonds as night fell. The air today was crisp and chill and almost enough to sear my lungs and very clear; this morning's sunrise was deep pink and purple, and throughout the day the sun on the snow was blinding-bright.
My heart is heavy for Bashy-man and for Anna-chan, who've both had it incredibly rough this year. It's not too early for me to wish them easier times in 2003, is it?
It's strange, sometimes I spend so long drawing blanks that when I come to, I feel as though I've collided with something, something painful but invigorating. My present lethargy is the dwindling afterglow, I think, but now is the time for creation.
