That's really terrible, erminia. Really tragic. Try borrowing a used mirror
for a few days. Sleep on it very very carefully. Get up at the wrong time of
night, walk around it delicately, whistling an old hobbitual tune. Look back
suddenly, quickly but avoiding injury to the neck muscles and maybe one will
appear out the wrong that is what should be the right side.
Or check your photos for unexpected visitors.
david birc
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From: erminia <[log in to unmask]>
To: david.bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>; Jacek Niecko
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Sent: Tuesday, October 19, 1999 4:11 PM
Subject: Re: Dancing with elves
> io...non credo piu' alle fatine (elves).
> Come mai?
> E' una tragedia....
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> ----- Original Message -----
> From: david.bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> To: Jacek Niecko <[log in to unmask]>; brit poets
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> Sent: Friday, September 22, 2000 8:03 AM
> Subject: Dancing with elves
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> > Elves have feelings too. And, being immortal, they tend to last a long
> time.
> > I know one elf who has been going on about this woman for the last two
> > thousand years. And most of them are permanently unemployed and hungry
> too.
> > I can say this with authority being native to Warwickshire where much of
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> > world's surviving elven population can be seen (out of the corner of
your
> > eyes ) trying very hard pretending to be trees among the flurry of
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> > developers, tourists looking for a Stratford and educationalists out to
> > correct vowels.
> > (though immortal, they are easily killed, when left to unnatural
devices)
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> > I have seen some reading Pound, but only when sitting on a conveyor
belt,
> > not dancing. The only time they ever dance these days is when someone
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> > them a passport to the shadows, a few hours allowed up the wall as if
from
> > an old-fashioned fire. You know, the sort that's got coal in it, that's
> > really man like natural that's cool for keeping warm to that children
read
> > the shadows cast by even dance to hour upon hour lost in time.
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> > david bircumshaw
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