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'cause he's the next 'poomba' or whatever... [Sep. 24th, 2006|05:54 pm]
just johnny
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.

And too, I remember the sun of morning bright above the many-colored hills in summer, and the sweetness of flowers borne on the south wind that made the trees sing.
    "Oh Aira, city of marble and beryl, how many are your beauties! How I loved the warm and fragrant groves across the hyaline Nithra, and the falls of the tiny Kra that floed through the verdant valley! In those groves and in that vale the children wove wreaths for one another, and at dusk I dreamed strange dreams under the yath-trees on the mountain as I saw below me the lights of the city, and the curving Nithra reflecting a ribbon of stars.
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[User Picture]From: thenik
2006-10-10 08:21 am (UTC)
That's a really pretty ensemble of words. Trees sing. Ribbon of stars. Yeah, love that.

Also, I added you back, if that interests you, just an fyi.
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-08-23 08:54 pm (UTC)

Subject1

Hi


G'night
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