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I'm back

Been home for about an hour.

We ended up getting in to paradigmshifty's place about 1:30.

After catching up with draquin and the kids for a while, I had to drop off Scott at his place (about an hours drive on it's own). Then I did some shopping since I was out of milk and the other basics, and then finally home.

Big update tomorrow night.

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paxford
Apr. 14th, 2004 01:38 am (UTC)
Yaayyy!!!
And the crowd goes wild! :-)
mijbril
Apr. 14th, 2004 02:40 am (UTC)
He's alive, everything else can fit in around that :)
draquin
Apr. 14th, 2004 02:44 am (UTC)
& I go wild...
I got my Honey back!!!!!
halloranelder
Apr. 14th, 2004 06:11 am (UTC)
Re: & I go wild...
...and I think we can probably guess what you've been doing to him.

Go away you dirty woman (and do it again!)
draquin
Apr. 14th, 2004 06:16 pm (UTC)
Re: & I go wild...
Will do...

Lots!
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I wake in vain
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And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
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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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