The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, - For the reed which grows nevermore again As a reed with the reeds in the river. - E.B. Browning
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I live in a pretty town
Today was the first time since coming back that I had a good walk around town. I keep forgetting how pretty Aber is! It's such a pretty little town, and the seaside is gorgeous.
It's a bit cloudy & cold & windy today, so I was sitting by the window in a cosy little cafe with a hot mug of tea, watching people/scenery, listening to music, and erm... doing work. I'm so glad Aber is so pretty!
(I hate the pigeons here though. They're practically mini-vultures, what with the ravenous eyeing of my food and all. It's tea, you bird brains! You don't drink tea do you? ... or do you...?)
It's a bit cloudy & cold & windy today, so I was sitting by the window in a cosy little cafe with a hot mug of tea, watching people/scenery, listening to music, and erm... doing work. I'm so glad Aber is so pretty!
(I hate the pigeons here though. They're practically mini-vultures, what with the ravenous eyeing of my food and all. It's tea, you bird brains! You don't drink tea do you? ... or do you...?)
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