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Clar is Not Happy with Kavi...
The pattern Clar is making out of small, round-ish stones out in the woods is only vaguely circular. It is not a star, nor a triangle, nor a cross, although someone with sensitivity might think, looking at it, that it bears a resemblance to all this things. Although it does not look it, it is a net, and the stones - yes, small smooth stones resting ( Read more... ) -
Post for tends_to_panic
Clar has decided that she has to get out of the house for a bit, and so, after packing a basket and giving Gareth another firm - if slightly obscure and somewhat incoherent - lecture on stomach walls, muscle mass, and not trying to walk on a unhealed belly wound, she has flung herself out the door, through the path, into the Mansion, and up the ( Read more... ) -
Five Quotes
Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
Robert Benchley (1889 - 1945)
I don't have pet peeves, I have whole kennels of irritation.
Whoopi Goldberg
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin (1937 - )
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.
Laurence J. Peter ( ( Read more... ) -
Happy Birthday, Mordred! - Open post
There are a lot of domestic tasks Clarissant enjoys. Washing, painting, quilting, sewing, knitting, mending, gardening, laundry, the creation of herbal blends and medicine and whatever small spells need doing ( Read more... ) -
Fine, all right.
If some people are so keen on telling me what they think of me, then they should just Go ahead and do so.
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Open post!
Clar seems to be expecting someone - or at least she's laid out one of Gawain's rag bin blankets out on the grass under a tree and brought out a good many more cups than she'd need for just herself ( Read more... ) -
TM "What Makes You Angriest?"
I wonder, as I watch my brother coming up from the harbor, how he can have the audacity to come to our mother’s house, after this. After all of this. He’s his father’s son, no doubt ( Read more... ) -
TM Prompt: What does comfort mean to you?
There’s a hurricane lamp in my mother’s house, a tall flute of glass and metal she brought from the South as part of her household goods. I remember the first time it occurred to me to borrow it ( Read more... )