xiv a summer’s night in england somewhere

3 Comments

  1. hexagon suns

    July 27, 2010 at 9:10 am

    alistair, when are you coming to the south pacific?

  2. Athene

    July 28, 2010 at 12:22 am

    ‎”O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit,
    Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
    And I sall rock thee to my hert,
    And never mair from thee depart.

    …But I sall praise thee evermoir
    With sanges sweit unto thy gloir;
    The knees of my heart sall I bow,
    And sing that richt Balulalow”

  3. Valerie W

    July 29, 2010 at 9:19 pm

    This is how we should enjoy Life. I’m on that swing
    right now, carefree and not worrying about ANYTHING.
    Remember, don’t sweat the small stuff, because its
    all small stuff. Resolution will come in some form or
    another. Summer for me is being flopped out on the
    porch sofa with sheer curtains blowing in the breeze
    and the sounds of a baseball game (pre glitz and hype)
    on the televion.

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