Saturday, November 1, 2008
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But you're still the hard-headed Scott, aren't you?
And she wanders - God knows where she wanders.
- Daveland Haunted Mansion
- Doctor Mooney
- Grey Gardens
- Halstead
- Irwin Allen never knew
- Jim Caviezel thinks your're great
- Junk Thief
- Learning 2 Share
- Magick Films
- Majestic Butterhorn
- Mark's Planet
- Mindful Things
- MOO & OINK
- Mouse Planet
- Mullets Mullets Mullets
- Music Aisle
- Official Tate La Bianca Site
- PEN
- Phil Hendrie
- Tchotchkes
- Texas Stream Of Consciousness
- Thank Odin It's Friday
- The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks
- The blog of TONI TENNILLE
- Timo
- Uncle Ziggy's Komedy Korner
- Virtual Salt
- Walking on scorpions
- WAT CENTRAL-An Existential Wasteland
The pillars that stand on the far shore, you know, the "portals of the past".
Tiki Mugs
I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
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