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I'm selling!

Fingers crossed, I just listed my first sale on eBay.

http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=230107126894

I collected most of the Airplane Magazines while I was at school and then in Canberra, but I lost interest after leaving Canberra, so I stopped collecting them.

Since then they have been sitting on my bookshelf gathering dust, and I see no reason in moving them down to Melbourne when I'm not interested in them any more. So, here's hoping someone out there (or even better, a couple someone's out there) are interested enough in them to put in a bid.

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ozisim
Mar. 22nd, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
*blinks*
I never knew that you lived in Canberra!
halloranelder
Mar. 23rd, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
One year, 1992, Australian Defence Force Academy. I don't tend to talk about it much, obviously.
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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