~my Second Life adventures in writing and photos~
Well, this lost snowflake won't find itself, and I just know I'm closing in on it. I've found plenty of clues along the way, that is, in between sleeping on benches, drinking gallons of coffee, waiting for trains, making snow angels and snowball bombing snowmen, especially the abominable ones. So, here is more of my Xmascellany adventures on my winter quest.
(random footprints left in SnowGlobe and Sanguinus Hollow)
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More Xmascellany random rambles 'round and 'round a Second Life Christmas. I love the way the sun hugs the horizon through this part of the year as though knowing it's far too cold, despite it being a huge balls of boiling, molten too hot to touch chaotic particles accelerating and crashing and smashing into each other time and time again, the beauty and terror of creation and destruction before our very eyes and yet it's so easy to forget how fragile it is. I marvel at how it manages to exist with such inner turmoil, always on the edge of not being at all. Wow, it does my head in!
(from the land of the Lost Unicorn)
A new episode of my Xmascellany photographic journeys around a Second Life wintry festive advent Yuletime, welcome back! I always make sure to be suitably seasonally and warmly dressed. I suppose I see this as a bit of an antidote to the coronavirus lockdowns here, there and everywhere, everywhere that is except in SL which makes it the perfect place to hide a while without having to wear a facemask.
~x
(baja norte set 2)
