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roseembolism) wrote2010-09-27 01:13 pm
roseembolism) wrote2010-09-27 01:13 pm
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The Secret Strife of Food
Some mornings, when one comes stumbling out of the bedroom half asleep, mind half still in the dreams of the night, and the house is very very quiet in the predawn stillness...there's nothing to do but watch. And listen.
And take photographs, of course.
Imperiled!
"And so, Mam'zelle, I eem afraid there ees no the escaping for you theese time. We have you surroundaid, an thee only eescape ees...down."
Rescued!
"Come with us if you want to live."
And take photographs, of course.
Imperiled!
"And so, Mam'zelle, I eem afraid there ees no the escaping for you theese time. We have you surroundaid, an thee only eescape ees...down."
Rescued!
"Come with us if you want to live."