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Yay!

Game is done.

Three copies (two session and a spare) printed and packed, ready to run.

All I have to do is work out my opening script and that's it.

I think I calculated my printing as 648 A4 pages.

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jazzgoddess
Jan. 17th, 2005 01:24 pm (UTC)
Hey there. I've been searching for fans of Babylon 5 who have a home on LJ - and I stumbled across you.

I run a group called The Brisbane Babylon5'ers (actually we're the only fan club solely devoted to B5 in Brisbane - the others are merely sci-fi groups). We meet once a month, go crazy, recover, and then do it all again! We've been together since 2000, and we're always on the lookout for new members.

If you're interested in joining - or even lurking (!), we are always on the lookout for new members!!!

Contact details are as follows:

Email Erica (me) at scorpios_lair@optusnet.com.au
BB5'ers website: www.bb5ers.com
LJ Community: bb5ers (this has just started, so bear with us).

Sorry to bother you - but really hope to hear from you soon!!!
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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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