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I realized while making my bed that I have a strange assortment of stuffed animals on it. Five cats, a dog, a floppy-eared rabbit, a fawn, and an Easter bear wearing a rabbit-ear hat. I'm allergic to cats, I don't even like dogs, and Easter was several months ago. I don't know ( Read more... ) -
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The majority of literature isn't what it's cracked up to be, up close and personal. -
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Oh no, not 5 AM again. Go away, you!! -
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Construction men are cutting down the trees behind my apartment. I can see the sundered branches clearly through my windows, all of which look out in that direction. Now, instead of a dense foliage occluding the urban sprawl that lies beyond the courtyard, there are stumps of trees. I don't know why this is happening. Just like I didn't ( Read more... ) -
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So I'm sure a fair number of you have heard about the blizzard that has beset Maryland and neighboring provinces. At last count, I think we got 30 inches--at least, where I was staying ( Read more... ) -
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I realized, earlier today, that I possess no icons of owls. I'm sure that you will agree this is particularly shameful for someone who claims them as a creature dear to her heart.
But fear not: that matter was swiftly remedied.
This little one is a Saw-Whet Owl. ♥
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I just did something I should have done ages ago: A friends cut. To make my (online) life a little less cluttered. I just about halved my friends page, which feels liberating.
It's most likely I removed you because you've stopped posting, or because I've forgotten who you are (yes, it happens). Let me know if you'd like to be added back. -
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Based on the twenty-three inches of snow now carpeting the lawn, I daresay we might actually have a white Christmas this year. :) -
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I suppose most of us who follow the Western calendar are, around this time of year, in the mood to "wrap up" how they feel about the year. I decided to go backwards a little further. I started exploring my old essays--the ones I wrote in college. I remember reading "Rappaccini's Daughter," but I barely remember writing this.
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