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flax-golden tales: the way home
the way home I am tiring of paths that lead to walls. I know each wall will have a door, but they’re difficult to find and even more difficult to open, and it takes
miscellany
stars
Since a few people have asked, for the origami stars I followed these instructions. They’re pretty easy, the only complicated part is cutting properly sized paper. Sometimes the edges are hard to squish evenly,
musings
you used to write magnificent.
I get a lot of spam comments on the blog. Like a lot a lot, so I apologize if real comments get lost in the shuffle. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish real comments from
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flax-golden tales: to help you see the whole truth
to help you see the whole truth I didn’t really question my mental state until giant owls started talking to me. Well, a giant owl. One is probably enough for sanity-doubting. Though I wasn’t
circus life
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This is what a book tour looks like in ephemera. In boarding passes and train tickets and accidentally retained visitor passes. That’s not even all of it. I am in something that I could
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flax-golden tales: up to interpretation
up to interpretation She doesn’t call them tests, but that’s what they are. She tests me all the time, pulling single cards out at unexpected moments and holding them out to me, impatiently waiting