I slept horrifically last night, but in the couple of hours I was asleep I managed to dream both of some fictional dead artists and of Michael Redgrave in a silent movie he never made. When I relayed the latter information to
selkie, however, I managed to leave a letter out of movie such that she wondered if it was a typo for hive and now I kind of want to do something with that, although at the moment that feels a bit like planning to go personally to the moon. I am not sleeping enough for any of the things I want to write.
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- 1: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
- 2: Is it the lustre of immortality?
- 3: I can see the alchemy
- 4: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 5: Distant as a northern star
- 6: And deregulate the couple at the bottom end
- 7: You don't have to fly into the sun
- 8: I had no inkling of just how far the plates of our continents would crack
- 9: And we're on the right side of the ground where they bury the bones
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