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Ekka!

In case you haven't already seen it at paxford's place, there is the intention of going to the Brisbane National Exhibition (aka The Ekka this Saturday. Entrance cost is $18 for adults - less for concession holders & children

At the moment, the plan so far is for us two to meet some time in the morning, so that we can check out the fashion shows (*drool*), and then meet various people as the day progresses. As Marion put it, the plan is "droolage at fashion shows; taunting of booth holders; eating of various odd but mandatory show Food (mmm.. strawberry sundaes YUM!); paying outrageous sums for show bags and possibly watching our friends make fools of themselves while on the Side-show alley rides".

If you would like to join us for any part of the day/evening (don't forget the fireworks) contact myself, Marion (paxford) or Stephen (paradigmshifty).

A good time will be had by someone.

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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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