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Melian was born under the sign of Tolkien. Likes hobbits, wizards and trees and thinks Faramir is hot.

Tig and Six were born under the sign of Romulus and Remus. Fond of wolves.

Lilli-Belle and Letty were born under the sign of Marilyn. Blonde and proud, fond of the blonde film stars of yesteryear.

Rosetta was born under the sign of Dorothy Parker. Sharp-tongued, witty, cynical, depressive but likes to look her best.

Grey night, when leaves bereaved of language tap
their endless message on the windowpane,
Grey day, with paper trees and printed birds
that cluck and rustle in a quiet rain,
Grey men who ponder, writing with grey pens
the twilight tales that haunt the evening hours,
And wander through the soft and dusky woods
and waysides where the grey sky grimly lours.

We are very tired at the hejoggery so we poeticised.

This is sort of about how it feels to have chronic fatigue.... everything seems kind of soft and grey and insubstantial and did I mention grey? Seeing life through a haze of greyness. Like everything else it has its beauty. I guess!