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The Lighter Side of Pretentiousness
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
At first frost the veil between worlds is thin as mist
In Boise this morning the spirits of the dead have left their frozen breath everywhere on the fading leaves.
(Matt Fox, from
Keep your dreams well bottled these evenings, for the elves and witchkin are hungry for them.
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