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Cold? Hell yes!

This morning on the weather report they said hail. It just hailed.

Also this morning on the weather report they mentioned snow. I hope not...

Brr!

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delwyn
Jul. 17th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC)
We need more snow!!!
halloranelder
Jul. 17th, 2007 06:06 am (UTC)
Not in Melbourne!
aeduna
Jul. 17th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
On temperature alone, it would snow down to 700m atm. Mt Dandenong is about 500m. I think you're safe :)

(its snowed here once that I remember, about 20 years ago)
designadrug
Jul. 17th, 2007 10:32 am (UTC)
Welcome to Melbourne.
towkarn
Jul. 17th, 2007 12:23 pm (UTC)
I fucking hate cold weather. Pardon my French, but I really, really, really despise cold weather. I don't give three bits a damn if it is part of the natural cycle. I fuckin' hate it.
draquin
Jul. 20th, 2007 10:37 am (UTC)
Know you posted this a few days ago, but it's been -5degC at my place the last 3 nights...
halloranelder
Jul. 21st, 2007 02:38 am (UTC)
I heard. I was muchly worried.

*hugs*
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Desert Rose

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

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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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