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flax-golden tales: mr. buggy bear
mr. buggy bear My little sister has this bear, this really grumpy looking teddy bear that she pushes around in an ancient baby carriage she found at a yard sale. She calls him Mr.
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this is kyle cassidy’s fault
I don’t actually know Kyle Cassidy but I admire his photography and I read his blog and I covet his coffin coffee table. A few weeks back he held a contest on his blog
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unplugged productivity & a kitty in the sunshine
Things I accomplished in my week of little-to-no internets, an unnumbered list. Finished knitting the huge, boa-esque scarf that I have been working on for ages. Photos forthcoming. Of course, now that it is
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flax-golden tales: the oracle tower
the oracle tower The oracle tower sits in an otherwise empty field, a looming monolith of wood and metal and whatever else oracle towers are made from. It doesn’t move unless it’s being consulted,
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unplugging, sort of
I’m taking this week off from the internet. Mostly. I’ll be checking my e-mail but that’s about it. Originally I’d intended to do this in order to cocoon myself into the Revisionland Hotel and
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flax-golden tales: perpetual teatime
perpetual teatime My grandmother is a bit on the eccentric side. My father always says it’s because she has too much money, but he gets weird about money things so I’m not really sure