writing
more snapshots from revisionland
Writing. Kettle corn. Tessa on the air conditioner. Bucket on the floor.
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flax-golden tales: the horse collector
the horse collector The horse collector lives at the end of the street. He only pulls the curtains back on Tuesdays, from half-past seven in the morning until half-past four in the afternoon. The
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birthday
Today I am 32 years old. Which means this blog is 2 years old. Also, there are cupcakes.
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flax-golden anniversary
This week, flax-golden tales is one year old. This is a flax-golden tales anniversary post. I might add a photo of a cupcake to it later, once I get around to baking cupcakes. The
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new office
Months ago, the boy asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I said I wanted a new desk chair, because I’m boring. Also, because I spend a large amount of time sitting in
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flax-golden tales: overgrown
overgrown I tried cutting them back at first. I broke three pairs of garden shears before I gave up. I didn’t even know I had three pairs of garden shears. Every vine that I