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"Falling through time towards the immeasurable horizon", "Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds", A half-finished book is - after all
“Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.” – Robert Frobisher
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I badly needed this quote. Thanks a lot Sonmi!
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You are most welcome Satori. Connections abound with an electric ferocity that can invigorate or soothe I find.
s.u.t.C
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I have been hesitating to comment upon this, diverting to elsewhere on your site and then returning after Burial, because it is so beautiful and touching, and I feel that reflecting on it sullies the experience of the reading in some oddly imagined way. So, I am just letting you know – what? I am not sure. H ❤
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The reading of the book you mean yes? If so, then I’d say read away (don’t see the film first for the love of all the gods! Not because it is bad, purely due to the fact that the book is so very detailed and rounder an experience). The music – so far as piano pieces go, I find this one seems to bring water to the eyes almost every time, yet I enjoy it a great deal for it is incredibly beautiful, there is a melancholy to it which takes me back to the story and other stories. Tragedy is often beautiful. Which in itself is rather sad.
s.u.t.C ❤
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I mean just the reading of this passage; I have not read the book, although I know it runs deep in you. I read the passage three times, the second time with the music. It’s a super idea putting a passage of text with an instrumental soundtrack. Philosophy can be romantic, like here. I think this piece might work very well as an accompaniment too; perhaps you might try the two together and tell me what you think.
H ❤
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It does yes. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I have read more tomes than anyone I know. The passage, yes, if you can get a piece to fit well then I think they can go together splendidly. In this case the words are a part of the music and vice versa, which is connected to the story. Philosophy can indeed be romantic, its not all pulling at your beard and ‘hmmm-ing’ for sure laughs. The music you linked is too modern for the words here for me. I have a great love of film soundtracks and scores by the by. There have been films I’ve disliked yet the music has become a firm favourite. Have a listen to this, it may not be your bag, I’m a nut for such things, it fits the mood of tragedy in the Cloud Atlas passage quite well I think. The film it is from is superb also as it turns out, which surprised me at the time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFq42IibUeY
s.u.t.C ❤
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See now for me, beautiful though Newman’s piece is, it’s a little too rich to act as a backdrop to this passage – that’s why I thought of something sparing like the Eno and Daniel Lanois piece. Always Returning (that piece) is pretty loaded for me emotionally in any case, not romantically, far from it in fact. So tastes differ, of course. In the seventies and eighties I used to knock around with Hans Zimmer in Soho, and helped him get a leg up in the music biz – you may have come across one or two of his scores if you’re into film soundtracks as you say. Keep shtum, but I find Hans more than a bit plagiaristic with his scores – give me John Barry every time. H ❤
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Hans Zimmer eh? You ligger you laughs he’s not my bag, Thomas Newman is my favourite by far, I’ve loved almost everything he’s written, with others it’s only specific scores or pieces.
s.u.t.C
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Hans wasn’t famous back then; well, he did his Buggles schtick, but that was a flash in the pan. Last time I spoke to him he invited me for lunch at Le Manoir Aux Qaut Saisons – uppity git!
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The circles you mooch in H. Hey, when I’m a famous poet I’ll buy you the joint and you can invite him eh? And they shall sell marvellous vegan cakes, and have a Cloud garage and everything!
sonmi talking crazy, but good crazy, upon the Cloud
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“Quat” – “Tawt!”
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Fame is a curse Sonmi, for sure. It killed someone I knew, and who you would too.
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It is a thing I would loathe. I only allowed my blog into the search engine a few months ago and added the share button after much deliberation. Fame I do not want. I don’t want much really, enough will do, and I’m sorry to hear about your friend. I know fame hungry people and im not at all sure what they’re searching for, but I suspect it’s to be loved, and they won’t find it along that route. Anyway I’ll only be appreciated globally by the time I’m already in another guise/life/dimension. Which is no bad thing.
s.u.t.C ❤
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I have no idea what either of those two words mean. Is it Kilngon?
sonmi laughing upon the Cloud
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As is my wont, I was correcting a typo Sonmi. The restaurant’s correct name is Le Manoir Aux Quat’Saisons” – and the other word is a similarly misspelt version of “Twat!”. Bit cryptic, I know.
H ❤
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It read to me as “What!” “Twat!” laughs Fear not sonmi is used to obscure abstract pedantic folks points to several people she follows for examples
s.u.t.C
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Did you notice any change after you opted for the search engine access? I did that when I began last April without having a clue what effect it might have, so have no comparison. Also, what is the ‘share button’ and what does it do? I can’t even find the thing here!
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Yes, more one off visits than returning ones, but only the odd one. I get little traffic anyway, though becoming a ‘twit’ and linking the account to here, the Cloud has brought another one or two. The share button is in….settings….hmm….sharing? I think. I made sure the was no way to share without copying and pasting basically and that I would frown upon that if not asked first. A close friend blackmailed me into allowing people the choice to share if they so wished, she is so keen on my jottings. Which is nice. The bugger. You can also not have a ‘like’ button, and this leads people to comment more as they wish to show they liked it and have no choice but to put a few words in the box, or just leave. Which is the other side of not having a ‘like’ button – many will enjoy and leave and you’ll never know. Not for the paranoid. Being an alien it’s no problem for sonmi. winks.
s.u.t.C
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Oh, I misunderstood what the ‘share button’ was – you just mean something in the dashboard, not a button visible to the public. I’m certain I would never want to go nuclear with my blog; the thing has to remain manageable or would just be a scary burden. I see a few blogs boasting, say, 3,000 followers, and they have only a handful of comments. Then I heard somewhere that it’s something to do with Facebook ‘likes’, and is all very misleading. I don’t do Facebook or Twitter, as I find there’s more than enough to explore just within blogs. They say it’s a dying thing, but there’s still plenty to explore – something like 200m blogs had been created at one point. FB and Twitter have no appeal as writing mediums; whereas blogs do. And yeah, being an alien has its advantages. Mind you, we might have to leave this planet soon if Putin keeps being shirty with the septic tanks.
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No, no it is a button that appears on your posts, you just turn it on and off in the settings bit. Twitter has only proved useful for certain news reports and lots to do with space and the universe for the most part, however it also has many people who have self published on there sharing tips, which I’m taking in from behind the cushion that is the Cloud, and sharing my writing occasionally.
If we need to abort planet I’ve room for a good forty folks on the Cloud, so stay in my good books.
s.u.t.C
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Do you mean those Tumblr buttons and the like that I can see up there at the bottom of your post? I suppose that must be it; should I have them switched on at my place do you think? And don’t you have to have accounts with all those button people for it to work?
Oh, that’s damn good news if you’ll let me clamber aboard when the Republicans get in at The White House, cuz if Putin’s still around then it’s gonna be scary methinks. I would hate the idea of not being in your good books, so there’s no chance of me causing trouble, nukes or no. There’s just one thing you need to know before we set off; I wouldn’t want you regretting having me on board The Cloud.
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Are you a farter? Is that it?
s.u.t.C
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Occasionally a turd may whistle for the right of way, the spider may bark, the brown horn brass choir blows a tune, a colonic calliope sounds, an air biscuit is floated, the anus is heinous, the gluteal tuba plays, the toothless one speaks, and so forth; though ’tis far graver a matter still. 😮
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Beautifully said, but no specific answer huh? Gummy folk allowed and whistling turds positively encouraged (for a brief visit mind),
sonmi conducting turds upon the Cloud
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We shall have to float up to the mesosphere in a while for a tête-à-tête.
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Send away (mail-wise) H. sonmi is prepared for anything and everything smiles
s.u.t.C
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PMJI but I just want to say that I’m grateful for the two of you for conducting such an entertaining discourse; gives something to read while listening to the music 🙂
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My pleasure good sir, I enjoy lengthy witterings I must admit, glad you enjoyed it.
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“John Barry”
The first time I heard a John Barry score, I wept. I was just a wee kid at the time. That was Born Free. I resonate with the passion and progressive intensity in Barry’s music. Somewhere In Time gives m mindgasms.
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Yes, Born Free used to have me like that, sometimes still does. I find some film scores absolutely heartbreaking – the love theme from Spartacus kills me, as does much of the score of ‘Meet Joe Black’. My favourite composer is Thomas Newman.
https://sonmicloud.wordpress.com/2015/10/26/those-who-danced-were-thought-to-be-quite-insane-by-those-who-could-not-hear-the-music-angela-monet-quotes/
But that Cloud Atlas piece in the other post is quite a slayer as well.
Now, Somewhere in Time! The eighteenth variation on a theme of Paganini! When I was a small thing, my mother would make me watch that film with her again and again, and she’d cry, and I’d cry, for it is sad, but also has such a beautiful score. Probably my first movie score love if we don’t count having the seven inch single of ‘Ding-dong the Witch is Dead’. You have excellent taste Victoria. – nods
Music. It tames, inflames and maims our emotions sometimes. – ‘Mindgasms’ – I’m a big fan of those and know just what you mean.
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Esme, I grew up listening to instrumental music. My dad had a massive vinyl collection. He was a huge Henry Mancini fan. I am quite fond of instrumentals. They write stories in my mind.
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We have much in common there then as mine was just the same. He even played them during the evening meal, many a pie chips and peas was consumed to such delights as ‘Quo Vadis’, Spartacus and Gone with the Wind, the latter was often an omen of that which was to arrive after digestion I’m afraid.
esme loving the pictures drawn to such music upon the Cloud
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“Tragedy is often beautiful. Which in itself is rather sad.”
That is quite profound.
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Thank you Victoria, I’d forgotten I’d written that line until reminded today. I shall have it as my epitaph perhaps, should have them rolling in the ailes eh? – laughs
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Somewhere in time
We met on timeless hills
And in the evening mist we kissed
And time stood still
Before the dawn, we found forever
Moments are timeless when I feel your caress
You’ll always be inside of me
And I know when love is true
It’s always with you
Somewhere in time
I came to realize
Love never goes
Love never goes
Once it has touched your heart
Just like the strength of wine that’s left
As two lips part
A taste of love will linger after
I know the meaning of all that I see
You’ll always be inside of me
And I know when love is true
It’s always with you
Somewhere in time
I came to realize
Love never goes
Love never goes
John Barry – Somewhere In Time
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Oh H you big softie. ❤
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I’m hard as nuts mate. ❤
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P.S. Actually, I think those lyrics to John Barry’s score are by Kyle Eastwood (Clint’s boy), who’s a fabulous musician himself.
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The original was an instrumental, I thought you might have penned some yourself some romantic for Victoria and esme there. Not as much effort has gone into this as thought so you can have just the one sticky bun methinks.
esme chucking a sticky bun at H’s head and scoring a bullseye upon the Cloud
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No, they weren’t penned by myself. I have written lyrics in the past, although I tend to go for more palpably intuited expressions of passion than Mr. Eastwood. I’m currently working on a piece actually, and trying to steer it away from being overly romantic. The chorus is an anthemic refrain, to be sung with a sort of Plant-esque plangent wail: “I’m gonna beat down the gates of yo love palace babe-eh, with this big purple battering ram, ooh yeah babe-eh, aaaaaaagh, ooh yeah babe-eh, babe-eh, babe-eh, aaaaaaagh.”. Just to give you a taste.
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Incredibly eloquent as ever, you’ve missed your way Hariod – points to the naughty step of the asylum.
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I found that bar stool you’ve been sitting on every night for years . . .
esme falling about upon the Cloud
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“I found that bar stool you’ve been sitting on every night for years.”
I can’t breathe. Hahahahahahaha
Is it made from pecan wood? 😀 😀
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Hahahaha I believe it is.
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“Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between nuts and fanny are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your fanny beating as clearly as I feel my nuts, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me nuts.”
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HAHAHAHAHAHA
I shall remove this soon. Ahem. But it’s too funny not to share for the moment.
esme in fits upon the Cloud
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I can’t stop laughing — especially because I know what fanny means, and it isn’t the American definition. Let’s just say, I learned that in a very embarrassing way. 😀
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I’m afraid it doesn’t end there Victoria, as H’s next comment shall show.
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“as H’s next comment shall show.”
Yeah, H is a real lady charmer, eh? He almost gets me as hot as this guy.
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That chap needs a better hobby laughs
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*giggles
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This music, this quote is most enjoyable. Perhaps you noticed me loitering about here some days back. Anyway, I saved this quote in my file of quotes I like it so well.
I have another quote I fancy, I’d like to share, from the book, “In the Garden of Beast” by Erik Larson. It is an afterword or something somewhere between the covers, by Christopher Isherwood, “I walked across the snowy plain of the Tiergarten — a smashed statue here, a newly planted sapling there; the Brandenburger Tor, with its red flag flapping against the blue winter sky; and on the horizon, the great ribs of a gutted railway station, like the skeleton of a whale. In the morning light, it was all as raw and frank as the voice of history, which tells you not to fool yourself; this can happen to any city, to anyone, to you.”
Perhaps one must read the book to appreciate it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_the_Garden_of_Beasts
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It’s a powerful piece, I like it’s flow. As I read it I heard Richard Burton’s voice in my mind speaking it. I’ve not read the book, but it sounds like one I’d like so shall add it to my list of tomes to read. Thank you for sharing it smiles.
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Those words really are powerful, and very true. I shall respond back with a blog post of my own that I think “connects” well to these words. One of the things that fascinates me in life is the duality of things. I read words like the ones above and so true are they, and yet in the same time we are built to build boundaries. It is a limitation and yet at the same time we would not have evolved to be here now to have this discussion. Boundaries have both helped and harmed our thinking. What a strange paradox to me. Maybe some are good, and some are bad. Can a human truly survive removing all boundaries? Perhaps later on, but without those boundaries as children we would surely have trouble to making it to adulthood. As a parent now I feel like I have to place boundaries, but I also want to teach my son how to lift, bend, and blur those boundaries. Help him see what boundaries are arbitrary and/or harmful, and what boundaries are simply there because he is simply not quite old enough to cross them. I try as best as I can to let him determine his own boundaries as best as possible though, because I think that’s really important. When society or others is always determine our boundaries, our categories, we stop thinking for ourselves. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.
https://cloakunfurled.com/2013/08/20/categories-where-do-you-belong/
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You make a good point in regards to children Swarn, I think we need some boundaries in order to be physically safe from each other too as some humans are nuttier than a lake of Brazils, so the boundaries we ‘feel’ can be very useful in this way, however there are many boundaries in place within our minds that have been reinforced over years of social conditioning and keep us from truly relaxing into what could be truly beautiful relationships with each other; we hold back where we could let go, we often judge based on our own boundaries, our own lines in the sand without realising others have very different ones, or considerably fewer.
Then there the boundaries of time and space, strangely rigid to most humans; I believe connections abound beyond yesterday, today and tomorrow, they exist across dimensions and universes and when we meet someone who is connected to us in such a way that the attraction (sexual or platonic, either can be just as strong), can be mystifying in its strength, or joyous. We ‘know’ them, however I reckon lots of these potentially wondrous connections and possibilities are lost in a sea of well constructed boundaries where we feel we shouldn’t explore our keen senses, but instead be sensible and dismiss it all as fantasy or stupidity, or feel uncomfortable and so shirk away, holding us back from opening our minds and experiencing myriad planes of happiness and pleasure with each other.
I do think that fences are useful for keeping zombies out though. – nods
Great post at that link of yours and yes, I see the connection- winks Thank you for the above comment, it’s a cracker!
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I always like cheese with my crackers, so watch out. 🙂
I agree with you, in spirit anyway. I find it all to be a slightly romantic notion, but one I think is not only harmless, but perhaps even beneficial. I can certainly think of worse ideas. I liked particular in Cloud Atlas how the the movie clip on the dramatization of the old writer’s life inspired Sonmi’s friend, and then Sonmi herself. It is was only small portion of the entirety of that author’s life in the past, and a dramatization of that moment as well. A moment that was borne out of a sort of dickish brother, the author’s own selfish actions and some thugs. A context completely different to what it meant to Sonmi. Our connections across time and space are perhaps spurious, fade in intensity, or take different forms and that to me is wondrous and cool, even if is completely random. Whether it is a Truth with a capital T or a truth with a lower case t, I find myself not caring all that much. I love meeting people that I connect with, because it means I can simply be myself, I feel at home. And getting to know someone down to their very soul changes me for the better. Always.
I feel at home on the cloud. 🙂
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Truth is tricky and often out of reach in the present when it comes to this kind of musing, but inspiration is a definite connector, and a kind of metaphysical gene passed on, nameless immortality, (if that not some kind of dim Ox), handing down (and across and up the top of our stairs), bright flames of afflatus.
“I feel at home on the cloud.” – That’s because you’ve been here before… makes spooky noises and waves her fingers about all mystic-like. And I’m very glad you do too. smiles back
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I just felt like I was in the end of Kubrick’s the Shining and they pan to the picture on the wall that shows Jack Nicholson at The Outlook hotel 60 years earlier. 🙂
Last time I was on the cloud, it turns out my purchase of a dehumidifier was a colossal mistake. It’s good to be back. I’m a little more accustomed to the humidity now that I live in the lush climate of Pennsylvania. lol
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My work here is done – walks off into the distance whistling the theme tune to the Hulk.
Back again.
Dehumidifiers are the devil’s work!! From a Cloud’s perspective that is.
Pennysylvania…the horror theme continues as I see Pennywise and Dracula sharing the jugular of an irritating woman clad in white voluminous lace and chiffon. Hahahaha.
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If only the white lace and chiffon had been a little more voluminous she might have prevented them from finding the jugular. And even a little more voluminous, she might have disguised herself as a cloud. Let that be your last thought before you close your eyes, and you’ll sleep much better. 🙂
So when the Cloud gets angry it goes green instead of dark. I’ll keep that in mind. The Hulk does know how to thunder well though. 🙂
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And here’s how to do just that folks! –
http://ohhappyday.com/2012/10/fluffy-white-cloud-costume/
The Cloud goes green before black when angry I’ve noted because it thinks the Hulk looks a bit cloud-like. Bless it’s cotton wool socks.
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You can admit it Esme…you have that costume. I think it pairs well with chardonnay. lol
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Only Jack Daniels and the finest real ale for me sir (ideally a well kept pint of Doombar). That makes the fluffy outfit s little less likely methinks laughs. Esme is more…
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I guess on the Cloud it’s important to maintain high spirits. 🙂 Class and style. The weather forecast does look lovely.
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Hahahaha indeed. I will have a word with the Cloud and see if I can make your weekend a sunny one Swarn.
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Esme, this was quite a moving post.
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Yes, it gets me every time. I find it interesting, and indeed refreshing that one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve read is one between two men, this would never have been the case when I was growing up, and it’s absolutely perfect the way he writes to him, and the music is incredible too. Monumental stuff.
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