- Tracing an ever-changing map of other people's trespasses.
- Moss terrariums. Want. want muchly.
- Azure lidded sleep. (Freakily, when I googled the poem, having seen just a stanza elsewhere, I discovered that it's about Madeline. Makes me like it more.)
- Hours of fun talking to all manner of people in Hideout. Why is it never just one drink though?
- Being gently mocked for ordering a lettuce sandwich.
Thursday 19 February 2009
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