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while out walking late one night i came to a cliff overlooking the river from a great height. there i found you fishing with a long, luminous line. i asked if i could join you, and it soon became our quiet ritual. eventually others joined us, forming a sort of secret society. there were so many lines that they became
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very much.
Tomorrow I’ll go Alias Frequencies is now an Internet Archive Netlabel. Lots more content will be added soon. I bought one of these today:
It was a bit naughty of me as I’m supposed to be saving money, but Allans was having a sale and I’ve wanted one of these for ages. Now I’ll be able to use it for my performances at the NOW now. It’s so much more fun and
ok, being noisy was fun for a while (i got as far as find candace – you’d have known that things were serious if i’d pulled out making orange things) but now it’s time to chill out with the cricket until my frenz arrive (soon please!). (there are also some cockatoos and baby magpies around atm |
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