four in the morning came on cold and boring

[ivyology]

All this grey chilliness is most rewarding. I imagine: huddling, and blankets. hot tea. loafing about in Edinburgh. and I've never been to Edinburgh. knitted wools and scratchy tweeds. hiding in libraries, and the grinding of old radiators. wet red leaves and the first sharp breath of cold.

I would like to be told a story.

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where did you come from?

[harkalark.livejournal.com]

When my father was very young, he, his brother a handful of friends found a body on the farm where they lived. They ran back to their grandfather ("Big Daddy") to tell him.

"There's a dead man up there!" one told him.

"How do you he's dead?" asked Big Daddy.

"We threw a rock at him." another said.

"But how do you know for sure that he's dead?"

"The rock sunk."

Re: where did you come from?

[ivyenglish.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, / I make a sudden salley / And sparkle out among the fern, / To bicker down a valley.