She walked ways of old roses and broken roads, looking for answers to the weeping of the world. But all she learned was that there were roses, and tiny things with such breakable wings living in the cracks of the roads, and that in the end she could only do what she could do for the world's weeping, and hope it was enough.
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Today is gentle, warm, and calm, as I always think a Sunday ought to be. It is unfortunately not quite peaceful though. The tiny story above was inspired by the fact my absent neighbour's alarm has been sounding for the past three days and nights. I have been listening to a great deal of lovely music to try covering the sound of it.
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And now, I offer you a little survey, because I think they're fun to make and to answer. If you have trouble viewing it here you can follow this link instead. (I'm particularly interested in hearing from people who read my weblog and/or my books.)