Category: Waffle
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Light Pollution
Bright horizons In the dark of night Might to some Be a warming sight But when the skies at night are bright They may awake those who sleep light Yet those who slumber Right and tight Won’t wake to see The night’s bright lights
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The Key’s not the Key, or is it?
Wandering through the Vestibule this morning, I came across the key to the old wooden door down in the Caverns below the Catacombs below the Cellar below the Mansion. The old door leads out and down to a vast underground canyon with a lava river flowing through it. The key used to be kept in…
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Back from Mars
I woke up early this morning and within minutes I found myself tiptoeing through the tulips and daffodils out in the Grinds. I then realised it wasn’t me tiptoeing, but Thomasina, my Inner Woman. I then realised it wasn’t out in the Grinds, but in one of those hidden-from-view plains on Mars that we don’t…
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Lights and Sounds in Eerie Wood
Stars shine brightly through the canopy of branches, leafless on a warm Summer’s evening. The ground around is parched and dry, yet the trees, all of these trees in this wood, look more suited to a Winter’s scene. There are leaves, scattered here and there, but they are outnumbered by the volume of stars above…
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Uranus Sunaru
The Mansion’s taking me places again. This is the view that greeted me from the Kitchen window this morning. I’ve never seen the Grinds looking so green! Apparently, that’s Uranus, that is… and it’s either sunset or sunrise there… it’s hard to tell from this angle. And around here, there’s no point even mentioning the…
The Mansionic Perspective 