Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Divide: A mini-saga

(Photo credit to SilverSide)

Tired of the singles-bar scene, Sarah decided to create the perfect man using software she wrote especially for that purpose. The results were so overwhelmingly satisfactory that she spent more and more of her time at the computer, until she became old and gray and no one wanted her anyway.


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