She ate the enchanted ice-cream and wondered what would happen next. Would she become enchanted? The ice-cream had lumps of gingerbread in it, and tasted vaguely like white chocolate.

She wrote more than 3000 words that night, typing frantically on her netbook. The airship crashed, but it was imaginary, and the smell of plumeria filled the air.

This LiveJournal will be ten years old in January.
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Viaduct
Tree in the Enchanted Garden, Sheffield Park Garden, East Sussex. More photos on Flickr: Enchanted Garden.

Viaduct in Eynsford, Kent.

Other things I did in the last week of December, according to Twitter:
December 28th: Searched for grotesques in a graveyard.
December 31st: Played in the snow at Kew, while taking a break from triffid hunting.

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