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A House

Tired Random is tired.

However, we have a new house to move into.

Travis got the phone call from the real estate agent this morning and went in and paid the bond. All that's left to do is sort out the dates we actually start the lease. The owners are currently living in the house, and need to sort out their move. I expect they'll be out by sometime next week, and we'll be moving in post haste.

It's a very nice house. The bad news is that it's more expensive than the current place. The good news is that's it's actually going to save me money.

Currently I'm paying for a storage unit for some stuff that I do not have the space for. The new house includes a bungalow out the back that should fit everything I've got in storage, and then some. The end result will be that I'll be saving a bit each month on what I'm currently spending, plus all my junk is within arms reach, so I can actually work on going through the stuff I have and gradually disposing of it.

Plus, the new house is closer to the city, and I think is generally nicer than any of the houses we've looked at (including the ones we've lived in).

I'll do another post shortly with some other details that I don't want in a public post.

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Desert Rose

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

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

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

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
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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