posted by Weasel @ 6:10 PM
Thursday, December 21, 2006
So, amongst the bottles and baubles which litter the Christmas floor, amongst all those things we bought to bring us joy, lies that dread worm. And all the time it is gnawing, tearing with teeth we cannot see, sucking away the goodness and taking away our beauty.
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