The woods do that to you they always look familiar long lost like the face of a long-dead relative like an old dream like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreakthat went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testifyby their own lonesome familiarity to this feeling.Taip bna mikuose jie visada atrodo pastami kadai prarasti ibluk lyg seniai mirusio giminaiio veidas tartum sena svajon tarsi nuotrupa pamirtos dainos plaukianios vir vandens o labiau u visk - tarsi auksins prajusios vaikysts aminybs ar prejusios brandos ir visa kas gyva visa kas mir visa irdgla itikusi prie milijon met ir debesys plaukiantys tau vir galvos liudija savo vieniu artimumu jausm.

You turn the lights on and off here and if you cant sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room her voice broke off. Wait. Can you readHis chin took a slight tilt upward. Aye Faoln replied his voice cool in English Gaelic Latin or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a ladys ears. I can also count all the way up to He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes twenty. Faoln MacIntyre

Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen OBrien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room. Rod Serling

Refusing to lean back against him Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. I guess I should say thank you for saving my life she muttered then turned and slapped Faoln hard across the face. And thats for you having to save it in the first place. And Im not your woman you big arrogant lying betrayingfaery loving She searched for the perfect insult and couldnt find one Scot. She gave a very unladylike snort. Happy now That fiery enough for you

However much they may smile at her the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about cut off as they are from the restless currents of the world. The many naked little sandbars which lie between Venice and the mainland in the seemingly stagnant water of the lagoons are made habitable and wholesome only because every night a foot and a half of tide creeps in from the sea and winds its fresh brine up through all that network of shining waterways. So into all the little settlements of quiet people tidings of what their boys and girls are doing in the world bring real refreshment bring to the old memories and to the young dreams.

Food shouldnt be that shade of green lass. Faoln MacIntyre

Och lass. Yer going to have to not do that. Faoln exhaled. Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing and I confess Im jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cats.I wasnt creeping anywhere I was going to make coffee and this is my house Ill creep anywhere I like Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. But I wasnt creeping.

His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. my lady when she returns. Och there ye are Blossom Faoln grinned standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so he said his face clouded with uncertainty. Im not am IThe inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleens face. No youre not but I guess I can see how theyd think that she muttered darkly. What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

Only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind clearly process all of the days experiencesmemories - without distraction. And perhaps only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind truly understand the meaning of these memories as well and assimilate them with all the other memories youve accumulated over time forming greater meanings - unintelligible in the light of day - building perhaps to some ultimate meaning at the culmination of life - unintelligible in the light of living.

Identify yourself Colleen demanded. Ive got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink. Ive got a black belt she lied frantically andanda gun. A big one. - Colleen OBrien