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To the meticulous bubbles of metal. I am wagging my tale as my form of word chuckle. Chucking words to woods to enchant them with heartfelt rhythm when they land and glance the listening leaves. He has eyes for hands and highs for his lows and vows. Head tucking in to commit to memory the casting of the spell. She does likewise but without all the ritual hooplah, in fact the trees had already responded. My wishes are 'lines' that I cast from a fishing rod, the achievement of the wish is the willingness both to wait for the catch (pun,) and act on the opportunity. Just like a fish a wish doesn't just hop on to your hook at will. But once your will is what Nature finds tasty s/he'll bite and feed you life after a worthy fight. Give a good reason for your wish to bite! And fish don't just tread anywhere, they stroll (oldschoolstyle) in water. I hope to hear the spools reeling in the wet lines. So find the right 'water' to reel in the glimpse of your new reeality. somfins completely tea leafy different...Markinch on the Leuchars Edinburgh line is a charming wee toun. I have yet to see someone from it who does not have a glowing smile. Two Markinchians joined me on the train on their way to Kaiser Chiefs. Pay Day, Pante Rei. Praying Mantis puts on his boxing gloves and is ready with open wings. Enjoyring the mellowring. Yronwode. Thunderclaps! Frightened pets jump in owners' laps. Spinning into my den. This is me leaving you short shrift! (8hrs sleep) Thorsday Feb. 26, 09 of this wierd calendar.