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I just remembered the strangest thing, completely unconnected to anything I was doing.
For some reason, a moment from a couple of years ago popped into my head. When I was in England, I remember taking one of my trips to London - ostensibly for j-shopping, I think, but in actuality just to wander around and see the town. And I remember going into an indoor (possibly underground?) mall that was connected to a tube station, and spending about fifteen minutes to half an hour browsing around in a magic shop. (Like, rabbits out of hats magic, not "Wicca good and love the earth and women power and I'll be over here" magic.) I remember looking at all the ring tricks and books on famous magicians and things, and being quite content that I was having a fine day and enjoying just maxin' and relaxin'. It was a peaceful moment, and still gives me a kind of calm glow to think about. :)
...but now I miss England. :(
Methinks it's time to start saving the money...after all, I don't think I have Spring Break plans yet...
Edit: Ganked from
karma_aster:
When you see this, post a poem in your LJ.
Not sure if this counts as a poem, but I couldn't resist posting the lines that were the cause of so many giggles today (not all mine, honest!):
This Absolon gan wype his mouth ful drie.
Derk was the nyght as pich, or as the cole,
And at the wyndow out she putte hir hole,
And Absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savourly, er he were war of this.
Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys,
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd.
He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd,
And seyde, "Fy! allas! what have I do?"
"Tehee!" quod she, and clapte the wyndow to,
And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas.
For some reason, a moment from a couple of years ago popped into my head. When I was in England, I remember taking one of my trips to London - ostensibly for j-shopping, I think, but in actuality just to wander around and see the town. And I remember going into an indoor (possibly underground?) mall that was connected to a tube station, and spending about fifteen minutes to half an hour browsing around in a magic shop. (Like, rabbits out of hats magic, not "Wicca good and love the earth and women power and I'll be over here" magic.) I remember looking at all the ring tricks and books on famous magicians and things, and being quite content that I was having a fine day and enjoying just maxin' and relaxin'. It was a peaceful moment, and still gives me a kind of calm glow to think about. :)
...but now I miss England. :(
Methinks it's time to start saving the money...after all, I don't think I have Spring Break plans yet...
Edit: Ganked from
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When you see this, post a poem in your LJ.
Not sure if this counts as a poem, but I couldn't resist posting the lines that were the cause of so many giggles today (not all mine, honest!):
This Absolon gan wype his mouth ful drie.
Derk was the nyght as pich, or as the cole,
And at the wyndow out she putte hir hole,
And Absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savourly, er he were war of this.
Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys,
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd.
He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd,
And seyde, "Fy! allas! what have I do?"
"Tehee!" quod she, and clapte the wyndow to,
And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas.
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-20 01:21 pm (UTC)