Friday, April 28, 2006

O What a Beautiful Mourning

This morning, Aurora, with roseate cheeks, spread across the sky; and Zephirus blew over the ocean and along the streets of this fair city, all heralding the grand and glorious entrance of Apollo, as he took slow, golden steps into the cerulean blue, and ...

But how do I know all this? I don't, actually. I'm making it up. I was inside all day today. Got on a train at 6.00 and barely had time for coffee in Port Melbourne before I went to work. Actually, I'm describing how the day might have seemed to me if I was outside instead of in. Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear about it. I needed the money, okay?

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