From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Thu Aug 07 2003 - 18:01:36 BST
In a message dated 8/7/2003 5:44:26 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
muddy999_at_bigpond.com writes:
> "I hope it is not impolite of me, however I think it is time that we pool
> our knowledge as we have obviously missed sharing some things together and
> once it is all out, then we may determine what course of action to take. For
> example, how many here when we were camped by the Lake, experienced strange
> dreams?
Lenora bites her lip, raises a hand in admittance. "Me." Her voice tiny. She
has the most childlike guilty look on her face, like the proverbial kid with
her hand in the cookie jar. Why she was feeling sheepish, she wasn't quite
sure. Perhaps it was all the carnage/mourning going on and her complete ineptness
at dealing with it. She had to learn sensitivity at some point, aside from the
kind that stems from a good blow to the head.
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