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[smokingboot]

New moons are pitiful in winter.

My lover is far northwards at Linnet Clough, waving a sword around in the dark.

He is magnificent. Also, clearly crackers.

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[sarahfeeney.livejournal.com]

*giggle* as long as he is not alone in this sport he is probably not too crackers. I had for one brief entertaining a mental image of him standing on his own by a tree shouting imprecations at nobody at all.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

See, I like your version better!

[blackcurrants.livejournal.com]

it's a bit King Lear....
OHGODNO I meant of course he'd have clothes on, but be shouting at elements.
OH GOD WHAT DID MY BRAIN JUST DO?

*rummages for mental floss*

Naked on the heath with a fool

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

It's probably on Youtube even as we speak...