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flax-golden tales: coffee & pie
coffee & pie He went in because of the neon sign in the window advertising both coffee and pie but careful study of the printed menu revealed neither. There were lattes and macchiatos and
miscellany
some random things and a duck
I still have so much tour stuff to catch up on and dozens of photos to share but at this point I suspect it will be easier to do a recap when I’m home
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flax-golden tales: still waiting for prince charming
still waiting for prince charming I found a princess in the woods. I was pretty sure she was dead, but she’s asleep. She looks dead, with wrong-colored clammy-slimy skin and a decaying gown,
circus life
playlist
I keep meaning to post proper links to my Night Circus playlist & I keep forgetting, so this time I shall not forget and even give them their own post. The playlist is up
circus life
my weekend, with photos
On Saturday morning I left Toronto after a splendid time at the International Festival of Authors, headed to NYC. I was supposed to arrive around 1pm, but then this happened: This was taken in
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flax-golden tales: poor unlucky lucy
poor unlucky lucy When Lucy died—at that precise moment—everything changed. She used to say she was just a k away from lucky, that was always the joke though all things considered it wasn’t particularly funny.