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I have a problem with making new friends.

For some reason, to talk to someone I don't know I need someone I do know there to act as a bridge. For instance, that's how I got involved with the Poker crowd.

Daniel and Tanya were going oversea's so they had a going away party. I knew a few other's there, like Tim, and some of the Toowoomba folk, so I was comfortable with situation. So I got to know, superficially at least, Will and Tom. That was about September 2000.

September 2001 Daniel and Tanya are back in the country for three weeks, and they have a homecoming/going away party, and again I run into Tom and Will and some of the others.

Tom, Will and I were the last to leave that event, at approximately eight o'clock the next morning, after the sun was already up. Will invited me to Poker, which usually happens at his place every Wednesday night, and that's how I became involved with them.

Every time there must be a link between me and the new person, otherwise I get frightened off.

And I've been doing it again on Live Journal.

I looked at my friends list on LJ and there were three people there. Stephen ([livejournal.com profile] nakedteddybears), Maggie ([livejournal.com profile] magdellin) and Amaya ([livejournal.com profile] illidrinn). Three people I already know!

Ugg.

However, all is not lost.

A random stranger ([livejournal.com profile] the_metatron) added me as a friend in his Live Journal, so it sort of pushed me to do something about it. I've added him to my friends (Hi) and another guy I came across who looked interesting (Hi Adam) and I've joined a few communities that look interesting.

So, perhaps I am salvageable.

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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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