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flax-golden tales: swinging in snow
swinging in snow The school has been closed for years. They say that they’re going to turn it into condos eventually but there’s always one thing or another holding that up. The playground is
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monday miscellany
As an addendum to the Fluevog-o-rama post, the boy would like me to mention that he does not have two pairs of vogs, he has three. I forgot about his shiny dress shoes with
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flax-golden tales: objects in space
objects in space Only the objects remain. A forgotten suitcase. An empty chair. Waiting for new stories to add to their old ones. The old stories are gone. Slipped away through time and space.
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this post is all about shoes
I’ve been trying all week to come up with something to blog about, to no avail. I’m not doing anything other than writing and making tea and while my tea is lovely and the
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flax-golden tales: coffeeshop magic
coffeeshop magic I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to
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i dreamt i went to manderley again
At one point this past Sunday night I was standing alone in a dark room full of artfully illuminated bathtubs. One of them still had a bit of blood in it, but my attention