Tall friends

The Winter FringeThe Winter FringeThe Winter Fringe
A late winter afternoon I have spent watching.
Watching our society and then contemplating my place in it.
Tis strange how small one can feel when one simply observes the monotony of everyday existence.
There was a child. She wore a blonde fringe, cut short, and slurped at an ice block. Preoccupied, her eyes told me, yet she was content.
In youth we ignore what is to come.
That pain and sorrow; time is not spent on it.
I realised that all those children, despite their current happiness, would some day feel the hollowness I have endured.
As you a
(I hope you don't mind).
You can read about it in my journal here: [link]
Much love
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Watch him turn on the spot, to see his memory from a different angle...
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Watch him turn on the spot, to see his memory from a different angle...
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zeddaX
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Watch him turn on the spot, to see his memory from a different angle...
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zeddaX
*pokes and watches it jiggle.*
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Watch him turn on the spot, to see his memory from a different angle...
your sentiments?
post here < >
ciao off to le bakery-patisserie
//steph whom is analogous to a fish mongerers wife eheh
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zeddaX
And I do belive it is because the Australian accent is already unbelievably grating, so they attempted to make it more so, by adding a hint of monotony as well as over-accentuated vowels.
Luff thee.
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Watch him turn on the spot, to see his memory from a different angle...
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