tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post2959036901344369019..comments2024-03-04T19:26:00.689+08:00Comments on A WineDark Sea: Eveningsarah toahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-60569938139103465942022-08-14T17:45:10.741+08:002022-08-14T17:45:10.741+08:00Gloaming is my favourite. Have you heard of the ba...Gloaming is my favourite. Have you heard of the band The Gloaming? Ethereal and atmospheric music.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-60503346947636372502022-08-14T17:44:01.757+08:002022-08-14T17:44:01.757+08:00It was the back of the axe, so blunt force more th...It was the back of the axe, so blunt force more than anything. sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-60598645060981995582022-08-14T07:27:55.851+08:002022-08-14T07:27:55.851+08:00Gloaming is a pretty word, too. And the feral cat?...Gloaming is a pretty word, too. And the feral cat? Jesus! That must have been horrible. Of course it's better to put the animal out of its misery, no matter how you had to do it. Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12512800812290518552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-19362262321551316552022-08-14T00:56:27.383+08:002022-08-14T00:56:27.383+08:00At this point my sister hugged and hugged me. It w...At this point my sister hugged and hugged me. It was pretty fucking horrible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-89265352605509821462022-08-13T19:34:31.353+08:002022-08-13T19:34:31.353+08:00Oh Christ having to finish off a feral cat with an...Oh Christ having to finish off a feral cat with an axe. My weapon of choice here is the spade although that is mainly because I don't have an axe but it does the slicing pretty quick too. (My own semi-feral cats bring a fair amount of biggish stuff in from the fields for me to deal with). i like even-ing, that point when the day is finished and night has not yet begun and the time is my own. Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-7756615775550805472022-08-13T18:43:56.824+08:002022-08-13T18:43:56.824+08:00Christ, what a way to be woken. I laughed about th...Christ, what a way to be woken. I laughed about the Air b&bs. Ingmar Bergman described the hour of the wolf as that time when you stay up all night and everything subtly but distinctly changes at some point before dawn.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.com