Tag Archives: Exile

And the World Turns Round and Round

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So today has been an emotional one. A year ago today my sister died after a long battle with cancer. Today, her granddaughter brought her first great-grandchild – an entirely new generation – into the world. Isn’t that magical? She was due last week, but she waited several days to arrive on the most perfect day she could. So forgive me for not describing much, it’s hard to see the screen through tears, though they are more happy ones than sad ones.

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You Said Wood

Keithia is the new tower and bed from Trompe Loeil and I thought perhaps there was a tale about a damsel and a tower but I couldn’t find one online. I did find that the name means wood.

At that I began to giggle, because well it’s a big tall tower, and wood. I’m a 12 year old boy sometimes, I swear. Continue reading

Come Into My Parlor

When on the breath of autumn's breeze

I kinda sorta fell in love with the top and skirt from United Colors at Collabor88 this month. This month’s theme is Autumn’s Breath, possibly inspired by Mary Howitt’s Cornfields. Howitt’s big contribution was The Spider and the Fly so it seems a good time to shoot some pictures in my parlor and show off my shoes from Ingenue. <grin>

 “WHEN on the breath of autumn breeze,
From pastures dry and brown,
Goes floating like an idle thought
The fair white thistle-down,
Oh then what joy to walk at will 5
Upon the golden harvest hill!

When on the breath of autumn's breeze
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ForMax You Say?

Cajsa already hit you with the details but I’m here again to remind you that the FORMAX event is still happening and this is an opportunity to bring the love to one of our residents who’s been creating and making our Second Lives more beautiful for years. Continue reading

Sometimes It’s Lonely

Sometimes I’m very solitary and that’s by choice. I guess I need more excitement in my SL but I love my quiet Saturday evenings at home, with nothing but me and my thoughts.

I can do whatever and no one cares, which is kind of a relief from the burdens of responsibility isn’t it. It’s kind of the best sort of relaxation. Continue reading