þriðjudagur, janúar 24, 2006


It was a still, dark evening until some ten minutes ago. Then it rather suddenly became a blowy evening, though still a dark one. Some great invisible motion of hill air came rushing against the windows, forcing tendrils between jam and window and pushing the dark green curtains into the room in waves. It will be interesting to see if they extend all the way into tonight's dreams.

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