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tipping into autumn
We’ve had a very busy, very long weekend. Thursday night we went to see Moby at the House of Blues. I’d never seen him in concert before but I listened to Play practically non-stop
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flax-golden tales: hallowed halls
hallowed halls I had a dream last night that I was in college again. Not college-as-it-was, but college-as-it-might-have-been. With old wood and ivy and bricks and the paper-musty smell of books that have been
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deadlines & bribery
I am still, unsurprisingly, deep in the land of revisions. It’s nice here. It’s kind of dark and confusing but there are surprises and caffeinated beverages and shiny new plot points. I should send
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flax-golden tales: gingerbread army
gingerbread army Momma said they wouldn’t grow, but I planted them anyway. They were my cookies that I baked all by myself. I could do whatever I wanted to do with them. I planted
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magic & pennies
I love how magical the internet is sometimes. I met the artist known as Clovia over on the Absolute Write Forums. Then she found me over on Etsy, and she liked my art and
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flax-golden tales: in tandem
in tandem Shall we sail then, you and I? Upon a glass-still sea with no land in sight? With you in your boat and me in mine, waiting for the wind to take us