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Koula and I made it home safe and sound.

Travis is still in Melbourne, and will be for another week, while I'm here trying to get stuff done in preparation.

This time in two weeks I should be living in Melbourne. If I wasn't so tired, I'd be scared.

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bunnitos
Apr. 15th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
Melbourne will be cool. =) No scary, just exciting! =)
draquin
Apr. 16th, 2007 04:10 am (UTC)
Glad you made it back ok.
I wont be able to come to your leaving party, I will be away. Hope we can catch up before or after, before you go.
halloranelder
Apr. 16th, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)
Oh, that reminds me, I have a birthday present from Stephen for the little miss. If you are going past my place one morning, do you want to pick it up?

*hugs*
fireflyfaery
Apr. 17th, 2007 12:35 am (UTC)
*hugs* And when you're ready, let me know, and I'll try and help you move. :)
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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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