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flax-golden tales: secret wishes of stuffed tigers
secret wishes of stuffed tigers The kids that play outside make fun of the tiger in the window simply because it is there, and thus fodder for amusement. Stupid fluffy baby toy. And the
writing
tales from the revisionland hotel
I’ve been missing in action because I’ve been sequestered in the Revisionland Hotel. It’s a lovely place, really. The bar is lively and full of characters and complimentary beverages of questionable content. Room service
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flax-golden tales: seasonal technicality
seasonal technicality The equinox has come and gone but winter didn’t seem to pay it any mind. Perhaps it likes it here and wants to stay. An extended holiday. So there are no singing
miscellany
bucket in spring
Today is Bucket’s birthday. She is seven years old. Normally she is an equinox baby, but this year the equinox was yesterday. Maybe that’s why she was so cranky about letting me take birthday
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: fairy trap
fairy trap All you need to catch a fairy is an old birdhouse and some shiny stuff. You know, like glass and glitter, or pieces of colored plastic or metal things that’ll sparkle when
entertainment
more about cookies than LOST
The boy and I are LOST junkies, but you knew this. We have a little bit of a bet going this season, regarding the identity of a certain character’s ex-wife. This is the wager: