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Room somewhat tidied, a couple of presents left to wrap, and a bag to pack; tomorrow I go north, to my sister's. I thought it was by train, but it turns out paternal is driving me and assorted presents. *shrugs* I pretty much failed at presents, myself; not that anyone will really mind, but still... Blah, anyway.

( Two Christmas poems, by U.A. Fanthorpe )

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Wrote these for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome. Plan to write more. The last two wouldn't let me get to sleep tonight. You may notice I'm slightly obsessed with the Year That Never Was; I have a thing for consequences and YTNW is such a big thing to have consequences and... yeah. Anyway. Maybe I can sleep now, that would be nice.

( drabbles )