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flax-golden tales: seasonal binding
seasonal binding My next-door neighbor wraps her trees each November. Tying up the remnants of autumn in lengths of rope and string. Binding them to ward off winter. She explained it to me once,
writing
on nanowrimo (again)
I know I’m late to the party getting on my NaNoWriMo soapbox, but I’ve been busy with revisions and most of my boxes are normally occupied by kittens, but since people are still talking
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flax-golden tales: precautions
precautions First there was the mat. It didn’t say Welcome, but it wasn’t off-putting. And everyone knew how he was about keeping the house tidy. They wiped their paws as requested and were welcomed
miscellany
calling cards
I decided I needed business cards, but I didn’t particularly want to put “author” or “writer” or “kitten wrangler” on them. After a lot of pondering and Etsy searching, I decided to go with
miscellany
hallowe’en!
It is a cold Hallowe’en in Salem today. We only ventured out for a few hours to brave the downtown craziness, but the crowds weren’t as heavy as usual. It’ll likely get busier later,
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flax-golden tales: all-seeing
all-seeing The skull says I see you when pedestrians or trick-or-treaters or dog-walkers pass by. Eyes that have no place being in a skull, hovering in empty sockets, move disconcertingly from side-to-side. The observation