23rd and Fifth

1. Go into your LJ’s archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

My sentence:

My man Ovan is dead; his wife is widowed, and she is a weaver.

Update, 28 Sept. 2014: I found this entry again thanks to a comment from Tara Crow, and I inserted a link back to the passage from the Orien Fragments I wrote so long ago. Damn that was a good entry. Go read about the nominations for the office of the Eye of Alba, and the horrors uncovered when the nominations were put forward.

2 comments

  1. Guided here, as always, by strangers poking at my blog and what I found was this:

    “You’re kidding, right? Everyone knows McDonald’s makes the best fries.” Minerva continues to pick at the day old find on the ground. “So, what’s up with this ‘losing your light’ shit, my dearest?” she asks, as she pushes the ants away from her dinner.

    Part of a story written long ago. Entry date and time as follows: 30 September 2005, 10:33am.

    Syncs are in over drive, dear friend. Take care of yourself. Love to you and yours.

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