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Jan. 28th, 2002 11:49 amI slept through my classes. It's a bit early in the semester for that, and on a Monday no less. Well. I suppose I shall do lots of translating and reading to make up for it in the next couple of days. I've been working through The Satyricon recently, and I'm about to start Skvorecky's The Cowards. Hana gave me some background material and recommended I start there.
The ravens are cawing into the grey sky, into the wind. It's an odd day out there. Something off, strange in the air. My dreams were troubled. The death of someone else's child in my care, and strange places. Walking down old roads, past the fields that are here and there in memory.
The ravens are cawing into the grey sky, into the wind. It's an odd day out there. Something off, strange in the air. My dreams were troubled. The death of someone else's child in my care, and strange places. Walking down old roads, past the fields that are here and there in memory.