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Umm, where are you?

A quick favour to ask of all the Melbournites reading this: What's your address?

We've never had to worry about where people actually lived before, since anytime we were down here someone else was in the drivers seat getting us to where we wanted to go. Since we live down here now, I figure we should probably actually know people's addresses.

Comments screened, and will be deleted after I copy down addresses, so no privacy issues.

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halloranelder
May. 8th, 2007 11:11 am (UTC)
No, I don't actually have your mobile number. I think I may have, but it's not in my phone anymore.

Can I?
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halloranelder
May. 8th, 2007 11:13 am (UTC)
Is that the same abode of Fi and Adam still?
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

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

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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

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

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This memory of Eden haunts us all
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