“Holding the sprays of beech as though she were marching on Dunsinane, she went to a bookseller’s.”
–Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
March 13th, 2008
Occasionally, as a matter of probabilities, one must expect to find himself in a snow-fogged graveyard.
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I always loved the spider season in the Fall, when you’d see all these webs between telephone lines beaded and shimmering with dew.
That’s going on my desktop.
Woo! My ghosties get to be on Maggie’s desktop.
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