Seventeen degrees at 10am. Better, but only faintly, and so faintly that it's not better at all. Almost all of Carmine's inhabited houses are showing signs of lit fires. Indeed we lit a fire in the hearth last night, wimps that we are. And. It's raining.
M is home after his many journeys all'estero, most recently to the Land of the Midnight Sun. It feels good to have him back.
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Sunday, 25 May 2008
The wanderer returns
Seventeen degrees at 10am. Better, but only faintly, and so faintly that it's not better at all. Almost all of Carmine's inhabited houses are showing signs of lit fires. Indeed we lit a fire in the hearth last night, wimps that we are. And. It's raining.
M is home after his many journeys all'estero, most recently to the Land of the Midnight Sun. It feels good to have him back.
M is home after his many journeys all'estero, most recently to the Land of the Midnight Sun. It feels good to have him back.
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