Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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I was sat lost in contemplation.
It was a beautiful starlit evening, with the Croesian riches of the heavens displayed for all to see, like a handful of splinters of diamonds and silver strewn with abandon across a rich tapestry of deepest blue and darkest black velvet. The edges were tinged with the faintest ruby glow as the sun bade us goodmorrow, and as I consumed this ocular feast, a fleeting thought, tenuous as the softest lace and as swift as the swallow, flitted across by mind:
What *has* happened to the roof of my shithouse?
/coat.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 10:04, Reply)
It was a beautiful starlit evening, with the Croesian riches of the heavens displayed for all to see, like a handful of splinters of diamonds and silver strewn with abandon across a rich tapestry of deepest blue and darkest black velvet. The edges were tinged with the faintest ruby glow as the sun bade us goodmorrow, and as I consumed this ocular feast, a fleeting thought, tenuous as the softest lace and as swift as the swallow, flitted across by mind:
What *has* happened to the roof of my shithouse?
/coat.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 10:04, Reply)
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