You Can See The Stars From Here..

... Beyond the valley of the mystic castle of the opalescent kettle, across the mountain ranges of the Nargle Catchers and their famously salty Parsnip Soup, somewhere in the void world Lulilab of myth and legend past the gully of Hogwarts and the Highlighter rivers, lies a small, spotty, strange blog.

I am it's creator, and altogether I am smaller, spottier and stranger; this is largely the influence of books, and rain and an interesting wrackspurt by name of Fizz that I met in the Carina Nebula. I go by many names; to my parents I am Sarah, to my friend Anna I am Sarz (why she calls me this is one of the deeper mysteries of life), to some I am Loony, to a freckly year nine whose name I don't know, I am "That murderer," (she is woefully wrong, but she is not relevant), and to the rest of the universe I am "Oi, you!"
Of course, I would prefer to be called Sarah; seeing as it is my real name.

If you hadn't all read gotten an inkling of my personality, it might interest you to know that I am interested in nearly everything; writing and reading, rock climbing, rain, volcanoes, bright colours and sun and Stargirlism and Harry Potter and intriguing words, all kinds of music from folk to punk to acoustic to classical to the sound of chime bells in high wind, dodecagons and recreational mathematics, stars and nebulae, air guitar and cheese, philosophy and elaborate machinery and ukuleles.

Allons-y!

Sarah.

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