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flax-golden tales: friends for hedgehogs
friends for hedgehogs I made you a hedgie friend! she says, handing me a spiky, beady-eyed ball of some sort of bark and artfully composed twig slices. Thanks, I say, putting him down on
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checking in
I have a thing for hotels. Which is kind of strange, considering how rarely I stay in them, but I love the idea of hotels. Especially old hotels. I also have a thing for
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hibernating
It’s still cold. It’s still snowing. The little birds sitting on the back fence seem fairly content and well-fed, though. I am more or less hibernating. By “hibernating” I mean that I am wearing
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flax-golden tales: implements
implements I made the keys first. They were easier. Then each one needed a keyhole and escutcheon and set of doorknobs or handles to match, ranging from simple to ornate. Victorian and Art Deco
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after the novels, after the teacups
I have been trying to think of things to post about, but I keep getting hung up on “I am sick of winter” and then I just want to curl up on the couch
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flax-golden tales: the short, sad life of a faceless snowman
the short, sad life of a faceless snowman He wasn’t leaning when they built him. (Is it presumptuous to assume all snowmen are male?) Anyway, he stood up pretty well those first few days.