the memory of a friend's wi-fi ssid (which is also his apartment building's name) took me back to when i was 4 and my dad would sing me to sleep every night:
Pearly Shells,
From the ocean.
Shining in the sun
Covering the shore
When I see them
My heart tells me that I love you
More than all those little pearly shells
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another birthday. another half-expected, but still surprising, surprise. the usual suspects and the usual agenda. and yet, something differe...
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after a lot of action and information on day 1 of the sailing course, we had a good night's sleep (my second ever night on a boat - the ... -
it's strange, writing this on my blog when i'd rather be speaking to you. you are no longer in this world. you will not read the car...
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