*inconceivable*
nearly 2 months since my last post... which must mean THE DAY is upon me. for such a momentous occasion, i thought i should write.

i'm sitting here at my pseudo-desk at the vine centre, just taking in the stillness of this place on a day like today: neither here nor there, stuck somewhere between the festive chaos of christmas and the drunken chaos of new year's.

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it's the sixth day of christmas, or so i'm told. i did a bit of reading up on this seemingly totally random christmas carol, and it's actually a sort of 'code' message to be passed on to the next generations during a time when catholics were persecuted in england. the six geese a-laying are a reference to the six days of creation. such was the gift that my True Love gave to me. no wonder i love nature.

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1865 - rudyard kipling was born
1922 - the USSR was established
1970 - paul mccartney sued the rest of the beatles which eventually led to their break-up
1975 - tiger woods was born

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three decades = thirty years = ten thousand nine hundred sixty five days = two hundred sixty three thousand one hundred sixty hours = me