I will be incommunicada for the next few days: partly because I am attending
kraada's wedding in upstate New York, but partly because there has been something of an internet catastrophe in my household and my computer is at the moment utterly inaccessible. All hail
nineweaving's laptop and the free wireless of Harvard Square. In the meantime, I write very slowly by hand.
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- 1: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 2: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 3: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 4: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
- 5: There's more room on the basement couch
- 6: When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
- 7: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 8: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 9: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 10: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
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- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
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