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I still exist

Yes, people (and the others), I still exist.

However, of late it's been either I haven't been feeling pain-free enough to be sitting at the computer to do a post, or the weather has been stinking hot, and there is no way I was going to do a post.

The good news is a Chiropractor appointment today seems to have put me to right, and the weather is actually behaving itself, sort of.

Update sometime over the weekend.

I promise.

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angie78
Feb. 5th, 2004 07:20 am (UTC)
Welcome back! Hope you are not in too much pain...or, err, any at all really! ;)
*hugs*
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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This fire burns
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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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