In which I refuse to sail any ship, but show that years of long-distance swimming were not wasted

Aug 22, 2007 23:39

Right, it's time to come clean. After putting a toe into the dark and murky waters or HP fic, then having what was going to be a one-time paddle, I have stripped down to my scanties and thrown myself into the Channel Crossing Swim, and there's no turning back, even if I run out of goose fat and the shark cage comes apart in the waves.

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these fragile bonds, gb's story, fic

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absynthedrinker February 16 2011, 05:38:16 UTC
What a delight this is to read. A guilty Tuesday evening delight. Thanks

Peace,
Bubba

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