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Both computers and now in the spare room, and the spare bed.

I had to move the bookcase from where I moved it last night so that the two tables would fit in. Not by much, only by about 5 cm, but that meant that I had to pull everything off it, move it those 5 cm, and then put everything back.

Considering the bottom two shelves are Encyclopedia Britannica and the year books from 1972 to 1984, and most of the rest are computer manuals and text books, that's a lot of work for an extra 5 cm.

Now, the only problem is I need another network cable, one that will reach from Dave to Halloran. Oh well, Dave will just be lonely until the end of the week then.

The rest of the house looks like a bomb has hit it, but you get that.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

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