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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: No Swimming ::

:: No Swimming ::

I dried myself. I looked at the horizon.
The dark clouds were gathering.
I mused.
There is always a sense of foreboding.
Something ominous.
Even portentous.
With an aggregation of esoteric cumulonimbus.
Must be the energy in the air.

Definitely no swimming.
Even as we drift.


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