tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240048542011-04-21T12:11:21.567-07:00I am the british miss cellany. these pages are here as backup in case wordpress conks out completelymiss cellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180733105951836981noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24004854.post-1142282416958765542006-03-13T12:38:00.000-08:002006-03-13T12:40:16.960-08:00the other miss cellany has chosen the same template design as me, I'll have to change it now... oh well. doesn't matter. wordpress is still much better anyway, despite hal being ill all the time these days...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24004854-114228241695876554?l=cellany.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss cellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180733105951836981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24004854.post-1142280500253791882006-03-13T12:06:00.000-08:002006-03-13T12:29:00.890-08:00I’ve never done it before<br /> but I bends into the task as if it is something<br /> which is second nature, like breathing. <br />I thinks of eating, that is second nature too.<br /> Something you do without thinking about it. I pushes <br />the thought away as I pulls the zipper down. <br />The sunlight crawls across the courtyard, slipping <br />shadows through the window across<br /> the two of us. Sparrows are cheeping. <br />Cheep cheeep cheeep. Not mocking me, <br />they are just small brown birds wrapped <br />up in their own passions.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24004854-114228050025379188?l=cellany.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss cellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18180733105951836981noreply@blogger.com0