flax-golden tales: where the sidewalk doesn’t end
where the sidewalk doesn’t end Would you walk me home? Now, while there is still light? Before the afternoon turns to dusk? The light is fading quickly, so I’ll need an answer soon. Would
where the sidewalk doesn’t end Would you walk me home? Now, while there is still light? Before the afternoon turns to dusk? The light is fading quickly, so I’ll need an answer soon. Would
Things I Am Thankful For in this, the last week of November in the year 2009 (an unnumbered list) Kittens. The husband, also known as the boy, also known as the bestest person I know.
angel meditation Please do not disturb the angels in the garden. You will find them sitting in the quiet corners. Contemplating. Listening to the world as it grows. Most weekdays from late morning to
november pumpkins It is a sad thing to be a pumpkin after Hallowe’en. No more light inside. No more chasing away evil spirits. No more revelry. Only the crunch of leaves in fading light
Clearly, I fail at blogging during NaNo. This is probably not that surprising. But now there are pretty little wordcount widgets, look! Currently at 36k. Now have five different fairy tales (Rapunzel, Little Red