I was at the library today, working on my CVs, burning linux ISO discs and ever reading, ever learning. The library is in a small park much favoured by the street drinkers in summer months; they were clustered around a statue, practicing their arguing for later in the day. And then the rain streaked the window before turning to hail, and I decided to write about rain.
As ever this is written quickly, and unedited. The fingers fly across the keyboard and you see the results.
Copyright Bloody Mulberry 20.04.12
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Friday, 20 April 2012
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