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I want to hear wind and the rustle of leaves. I don’t want the sun but rather the greyness of rain. I want to hear
When I was a child I loved the mysteriously dangerous. I think I’ve lived my life mysteriously and dangerously. Well, those days are over. Following
It’s unfortunate we cannot see the future, we can only predict it, or hope it will turn out a certain way. Days past are often
When I was a child there was an old man that has remained in my memory. His name was Jack and his hair was very
So it’s coming on Christmas once again at Chatter Creek Cottage. The long dark year is coming to a close and I breathe a sign
Actually I mean ‘bitches’ but for the sake of my blog I’ll be as polite as possible and refer to the last bitch in my
I still think of September as the beginning of the year, the falling leaves and the burnt colors, like an opening curtain on the first
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