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Follow the Gleam: Day 13, Me with 13 things
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Monday, 13 June 2011. Day 13, Me with 13 things. 1 New chunky scarf and paisley kaftan. 2 Pink tights, black ballet flats. 3 Pink tights, pink metallic ballet flats. 4 Silver ballet flats. 5 Black patent stilettos. 6 Red patent T-bar stilettos. 7 Black booties, pink tights, last ray of sunshine. 8 Pink tights, swirly kaftan. 11 Lacy peeptoes with a velveteen bow. 12 patent red stilettos.
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Follow the Gleam: Lungs
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Wednesday, 25 June 2008. I saw a lot of these today - mostly confined to xrays and CTs, but one set I got up close and personal with. Sitting in a bronchoscopy theatre watching them thread a black snake down someone's throat so that we could get a glimpse of what literally lies beneath as Mr 88 choked and gagged on his own mucus. The lungs I saw today did not look like that. I just want...
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Follow the Gleam: Books
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Monday, 4 February 2013. University libraries smell different. They smell of old books and recycled air and ticking clocks, the same as other libraries, but there are different notes too. The smell of toner and carbon copy paper. Ink. Sneaky bottles of caffeinated beverages. Labels: Fun with studying. Trust Me. Im a Junior Doctor. As Im sure you can imagine, this post is pure bliss to me.
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Follow the Gleam: Scars
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Friday, 15 February 2013. Then one day I slapped myself across the face, got a doctor to look at it and after a cursory 2 second glance with a dermatoscope he deemed it benign. That reassured me somewhat. Or at least, I stopped blaming my inevitable demise on metastatic cancer and instead went with the more obvious anxiety as being at the root of my issues. I once shared all my scars, a...
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Follow the Gleam: In which I write a title which is too long because I can't think of a good one.
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Wednesday, 9 January 2013. In which I write a title which is too long because I can't think of a good one. When I am chasing a lesion - a mass of cells that doesn't look quite right - I turn the screen towards so that they can see too. They're there and they're part of this, it's not right for me to hide it from them. "See that white line in the middle of the screen? That wasn't so bad"...
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Follow the Gleam: Fragmented
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Tuesday, 2 November 2010. And here they are. E quindi uscimmo a rivider le stelle. May my mind stroll about hungry. And fearless and thirsty and supple. And even if it’s sunday may i be wrong. For whenever men are right they are not young. Your eyes Nothing,i said,except the. Air of spring smelling of never and forever. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart. J R R Tolkien.
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Follow the Gleam: Photography
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Sunday, 24 February 2013. But even at almost 9, the Elfling had questions on the way home, about how sad it was and how unfair it was that someone so little should have to deal with that. And she was very quiet for a little while, as she took it in. I am a mother. no really. Not so repressed memories. 25 February 2013 at 13:58. 12 March 2013 at 06:56. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Follow the Gleam: A very boring week. Because I write about those now too. Apparently.
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Sunday, 20 January 2013. A very boring week. Because I write about those now too. Apparently. Bingley and I have never ridden our bikes together in Brisbane before and it was a revelation. Wide, well maintained bike paths that snaked under and over bridges that seem so much bigger when you're whooshing past on your own steam. On arriving home my knees and shoulders hurt, but the...Satur...
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Follow the Gleam: The Tub List
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. A comprehensive, ever evolving list of all the things I think of that I want to do some day. See the Northern Lights. Eat pasta in the open air in Italy. Stand on Pulpit Rock in Norway. Take my kids to see snow. Learn how to ski. Buy my own car. Speak Spanish in South America. Sleep overnight in a small boat. See Guatemala and the Mayan Temples. See the rice terraces of the Philippines.
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Follow the Gleam: Manic Pixie Dream Girl
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. Saturday, 16 February 2013. Manic Pixie Dream Girl. I walked out to show Bingley, hank in hand, scissors in other while he looked at me confusedly. "Did you cut your hair? Was the answer to my lifted eyebrow, followed by "You look 12, maybe 13". And I kind of do. Fringe falling into my eyes, dark and smooth and shiny and hair longer than it has been in years, curling down my back. And, ...