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flax-golden tales: dirty laundry
dirty laundry I let my laundry pile up for two weeks before I finally relented and took it to a laundromat, after leaving yet another message for the landlord about the constantly out-of-order
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the vanishing act
I am still working on a long post about books that is not post-shaped yet but in the meantime I am delighted that I can finally recommend a book I read months and months
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autumn!
Autumn is my favorite. Apples and cinnamon and scarves and crispy leaves crunching beneath boots. I wish you a glorious autumnal equinox, pumpkin-flavored & sweater-cozy. The black & white renders them slightly incognito, but
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flax-golden tales: a room of your own
a room of your own I built you a hideaway. Well, fixed more than built since it was already there, but it’s for you. I hope you like it. I suppose it’s like a
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two things with links
First thing: I wrote this brief, passionate yet ill-fated romance for Stylist magazine. I wrote the story and then they styled the photo shoot based on what I’d written and I love what they did
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flax-golden tales: a time machine is not a clock
a time machine is not a clock Everyone thought it was a clock, but everyone was wrong. It had numbers, large ones of the Roman variety arranged in a circular fashion which gave it