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Saturday, 1 March 2008

They say that you can hear the plants and trees grow here in the summer. =) Wouldn't be a surprise really, the way they have to race from spring to authumm. I like plants. ^-^ Specially forests are always very nice here, smell of wet earth, trees and turpentine. Trees are awesome. XD
Posted by Roger Barrow at 9:53 pm

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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

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