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“We shall rule together in this land called Denmark where the air is cold and clear and the trees sway in the wind, burdened by the snow among the low mountains near the death of winter. It will be I who begins the life for the land to breath upon. All the animals shall equal me, live me, and die of me and for me. Walk beside me, together and one, many and few, the blood of our ancestors, the tears of long ago lives, etched their memories like panes of glass, razored and sharp, and where the sun lay, we will feel their joys and sorrows. And Denmark will keep us safe for the remainder of our days, engulfed by the deep purple of night, the silence of the land, and the sharp sting of the sea so close by.
Luis Lemmings – A vote for Vanilje is a vote for a better tomorrow! I love your little writing bit there. You should write a book. Then I could illustrate it with goat pictures.
It is a sweet creature, this goat upon which I lay my head.
Debster – It was a good position to take the picture from hehe. It almost looks like she’s standing up and has human shoulders or something. Funny.
Clare – I know exactly what you mean. Except.. uhm. that’s what?
May 3rd, 2007 at 22:46
What did you do with the rest of Vanilje?
May 3rd, 2007 at 23:33
Debster – I was trying to get her into my top hat. For my magic act. But she kept popping up!
May 4th, 2007 at 0:07
Raaaaa! Great pic!
May 4th, 2007 at 1:49
“I shall rule the contry with a firm yet guiding hoof.”
May 4th, 2007 at 13:56
She looks very regal and tall!
May 4th, 2007 at 15:31
Whoa, she looks anthro.
May 4th, 2007 at 20:05
“We shall rule together in this land called Denmark where the air is cold and clear and the trees sway in the wind, burdened by the snow among the low mountains near the death of winter. It will be I who begins the life for the land to breath upon. All the animals shall equal me, live me, and die of me and for me. Walk beside me, together and one, many and few, the blood of our ancestors, the tears of long ago lives, etched their memories like panes of glass, razored and sharp, and where the sun lay, we will feel their joys and sorrows. And Denmark will keep us safe for the remainder of our days, engulfed by the deep purple of night, the silence of the land, and the sharp sting of the sea so close by.
…I am Vanilje.”
May 4th, 2007 at 21:31
Stu – Thank you!
Luis Lemmings – A vote for Vanilje is a vote for a better tomorrow! I love your little writing bit there. You should write a book. Then I could illustrate it with goat pictures.
It is a sweet creature, this goat upon which I lay my head.
Debster – It was a good position to take the picture from hehe. It almost looks like she’s standing up and has human shoulders or something. Funny.
Clare – I know exactly what you mean. Except.. uhm. that’s what?
May 5th, 2007 at 0:33
Bravo Luis Lemmings, bravo. (Were you or have you ever been a political speech writer? You got it going on there, Luis L.)