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Jan 02, 2008 16:13

Xing nian kuai le. Time for resolutions towards solutions. Resolve to rage, rage against the dying of the light, for we'll have need of it. We've had our solstice, played the pagan, and the sun should stretch. But there's fog, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes.

Hard to see. Mixed messages. Too thick to define, too experimental to experiment with. But it's there, and getting thicker. Rome wasn't built in a day. Bing dong san chi, fei yi ri zhi han.

In the waiting, best to remember the old advice: don't step on the pavement cracks.

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[Private to the crew of Serenity; unhackable.]

New year, new problems. It tastes of bitter freedom. Giving us a sky with no stars in it.

It whispers so loud everyone can feel it. And getting louder. Have to be ready.

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

[ooc: Aka, "my spider sense is tingling" re: the oncoming plot. ^^ I'm heading out in a minute, but will reply to any comments when I return! ♥]
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