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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
writing
on not writing
I have been trying to write all day and failing. First I was trying to write in the ever-ongoing Revisionland Scrivener Document of Doom, but I have been looking at the same gap between
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flax-golden tales: sentinels
sentinels At first there were complaints about the noise. Not that anyone knows what the noise is, precisely, even though it is rather loud. Whatever it is inside the building, echoing and humming and
miscellany
{cancer horoscope for week of february 18, 2010}
Once again, Rob Brezsny makes me feel better about my life: “Jane Austen was the spinster daughter of a clergyman who led an uneventful life,” wrote Geoffrey Wheatcroft in The Guardian. “She just happened
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two holidays in one
Happy Valentine’s Day! and Happy Chinese New Year! Ring in the year of the Tiger with something heart-shaped. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
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flax-golden tales: heart-shaped cage
heart-shaped cage Sting told me if I love somebody I should set them free. I doubt Sting ever loved anyone with wings. If he did he might rethink such a stupid sentiment. I suppose