Is the biggest might-have-been, the most desirable, the most impossibly perfect.
Siiigh.
And that's my mysterious (and rather wordy) epigram of the day.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
13 comments:
mysterious is right.
Stop chasing squirrels, sb.
Not to quibble here, but are there degrees of being impossibly perfect? Isn't a thing just either impossibly perfect or not? Of course, nothing is impossibly perfect, but that just proves my point. Or not.
OK, I like to quibble...
drama queen.
Need to know salacious details. Don't like mysteries.
Angling mysteriously!
szerelem: :D Yes, no?
km: Okay, I feel there's something I should get that's eluding me. Squirrels?
Cheshire Cat: There might be. Or there might not.
Veena: Were you expecting something else?
Banno: Salacious? Ah, I don't know. This is a nice mystery.
Dipali: Wonder if you'll catch anything? :D
Where's TR mind-bending comment?
(also, re: squirrels, I suspect km tied that into your "one that got away")
tr's mind is already bent, but not enough to abstain from commenting that km's comment was fall-off-couch hilarious.
That KM and TR ought to start a mutual admiration fan club.
That aside, we do not approve or like these mysterious posts.
We want ALL details.
TR: keyboards for km; couches for tr. Now we know.
Phantasmagoria: who says they haven't already started one?
And no, really, details are boring. The large, grand gesture should be enough.
Like Veena said, Drama Queen (I'm giving myself the capitals, since Veena didn't bother.)
...and more with every passing moment?
tangled: welcome! and actually, no. time the great healer and all. but sharp spikes, every now and then, of regret. ah well.
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