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I saw the turnip fall from the sky, then skip across the surface of the lake, drawing closer and closer until it was so close I could almost smell the possibility of soup, but as luck would have it, my turnip net had a hole in it, so there was really nothing much I could do about it.

August 9, 2008 at 7:58 PM ::
boot's avatar

I love this.  Quintessential scrine.

boot on 08/09/08 at 10:36 PM ::
Keith's avatar

This sentence came to me as I fiddled around with some animation software this afternoon.  I imagine a part of Scrine where sentences magically turn into very short animations, full of color and swirly words.

Keith on 08/09/08 at 11:54 PM ::
boot's avatar

And, with that, you’re clearly speaking directly the centre of my heart.

boot on 08/10/08 at 12:53 AM ::

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