Must head home from work so before I shut down my computer I'm having a last
look round the old place. *feet echo as gd wanders round; replying echoes
of today's fiesta linger...*
Goodnight old TORn - 'parting is such sweet sorrow that I should say goodnight
till it were morrow...'
*gd pulls on coat and heads on
out...*
*.*.*.*.*
There are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of my fridge...
'I love him. He's like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.'
