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Archive for December 12th, 2010


“I’ve got to stop looking into the abyss.  It’s a dirty habit…”

and Moondoggie:

“An easterly wind blew over the Cobb in Lyme Regis. At the end of the quay, the lone figure of a woman stood, wrapped in a cloak, her eyes fixed on the turbid waters. They called her…Tragedy.”

What? I wasn’t pretending to be the French Lieutenant’s Woman!”