Knitting stuff and going on and on.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Walk softly with me Wednesday.

Strange things happen as the sun is going down.

Things that will make an old man's beard shiver in fright.

Men of ice begin to form along the pathways

Angel outlines appear in the banks and drifts.

Little elves run about in shutter frenzied glee.

Laughter echoes through bubbled water.

Strange things happen when the sun goes down.

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