The Summer is done and gone, and blowing away on September breezes.
Aren't we all returned to this place--
Eyes lit with concentration and dark with passing--
To re-light the hearthfires banked, dusty in the Autumn?
Welcome home we ragged travellers, a place new-made
Here again, and again in the recurrence of its people;
The spring re-fed from lost and
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I'm hoping for Something Interesting (in the most Winnie-the-Poohish way) and it seems like there's a bit of the neato brewing in the air, if not yet coalesced into form. I'll keep you posted, but I've been thinking about running some events out of the House, so we should have a moot.
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The second is of course he's not a total nutbar.
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