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First snow

first tonguetip flakemelt …..white freckling the blue night so she whirls across the hill …..dances is a blizzard of light …..in this joy of firstness this coming …..was always coming delight or disaster …..welcome it Advertisements

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What to do when everything tastes of stupid.

all the soup in this place    ………..is vaguely tan no matter what they call it   ………it tastes of swede stretched overheads?         …………a cook who can’t? I give it a wide berth       … Continue reading

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