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[flemmings]

Ah well. I'm trying to be Buddhist about not clinging to happiness and not saying to God, 'Encore.' But it was nice having friends here and I'm sad they're gone. And because it was great talking books with M again and because she said Max Gladstone's settei, as described by me, reminded her of C.S. Friedman's, I've rousted out the first volume of the Coldfire trilogy from where I hid tidied it away (after thinking 'oh rats must have despaired of ever getting to it and put it out on the lawn sometime') and started reading it.

(Wish I could remember what I did with Point of Knives as well. This is what tidying does: makes things unfindable.)

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The world of today does spread friends rather round the globe a little. So every visit will be precious.

... but if the moment were different ... how would you know? ^_^ Surely one cannot pine for what one has no knowledge of. Although I suppose one can pine for what can be imagined.

Bittersweet moments are what fills life I'm afraid. Recently there is too much of that in mine every time I look at the little girl who once was 'actually' a little girl. Ahhhh life!