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I should mention, to retain some degree of on-topicality, that I removed the first couple of pages from my long-ago bought Moleskine - the scratchings of a previous life - and began anew, at Adrian's suggestion, with the words, "Chinese people tie their toes in knots so they cannot grow any".
Today, while the Loved One took a book, I took my Moleskine and green pen and as we lay on the beach in our boardies for a couple of hours (with an eventual dip in the surf), I scribbled some scribblings (cinquain, haiku, senryu). It was most pleasant.
Incidentally, there's a spot in the front to fill in an "In case of loss please return to..." and "As a reward...". So, if you find mine on the beach and return it, you get "Dead platypus".
The cinquain(s?) are better than dead platypus, though not a lot. Still, it was, as I say, most pleasant, and a pastime worthy of habituating.
(The surf was crap, but the water was crystal, and several bream swam around the little clouds of sand I'd kick up)
Cheers,
Marc
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