On April 11, 2009 by scribblespectre.

On February 16, 2009 by ollantaytambo. I will burn my words, and hopefully my fear, for you. On February 16, 2009 by ollantaytambo. My dear Black Bess,. I do hope you are well, Bess. I am sure I will see you on my return from the war. On January 30, 2009 by ollantaytambo. With dry eyes and a cold heart. In the depths of this smoky age.

On March 10, 2009 by Francis. I had not travelled far. It seemed I had barely moved, the fields passing either side of me a barely changing tableau. My aching soles told me I was not stuck in stasis and had travelled a not insignificant route already. London remained a mere decoration upon the horizon. My walking continued monotonously, a gradual slowing that of unwinding clockwork. On March 2, 2009 by Francis. Discussed with a moth by lamplight. On February 20, 2009 by Francis.

On March 5, 2009 by ladyoctober. Last night, when I picked up my tarot pack from its place upon my shelf, a card fell, face down upon my velvet-covered tablecloth. This has been happening more and more frequently as of late. I do so hope there cannot be anything the matter with me. On February 16, 2009 by ladyoctober. How sad, how bereft of life things seem in my imagined dream-state! I am unsure what to do. I have consulted the tarot,.

On March 19, 2009 by apricotdreams. On March 2, 2009 by apricotdreams. On March 1, 2009 by apricotdreams. On January 28, 2009 by missvioletedwards. I wonder, has anyone read Agnes Grey. I wish however, that Agnes was correct in her assertion that If the mind be well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior. Every day I see women who are shallow, vain, and dull, become brides while.

Rhythms in Tobacco and in Fog. On March 3, 2009 by saviya. Every once in awhile he would stop reading and we would have a discussion about what he just read. Who was this learned traveler? I only remember this conversation like a dream. The last words I told him as he left were blown back at me, oval mouth lined with moustache and tobacco crumbs.

Massacre at the Moonlight Ball. Posted in Massacre at the Moonlight Ball. On January 29, 2009 by scribblespectre. Crouched on the balcony, wreathed in black, was a figure in a tri-corner hat. The shards of glass casc.