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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Sunday, December 30, 2007

Hey Look

All around good guy and commenter tangentalist Nathan has got himself a blog. Cool.

2 comments:

Nathan said...

Oooooh! I got pimped. Yeeha!

Steve Buchheit said...

I'm sure I'm not the only one.