Saturday, January 01, 2005

Drifting into 05

Whizz. Bang. The celebrations are hollow, the fizz silent in the fridge.

It is truly awful when demons strike in the world's playgrounds. I hope with you - having friends somewhere in SL - that, in this new and already damaged year, our fears are resolved. The resolution may not be want we want to hear. I'm powerless and shameful, my words drift ugly in the water.

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