Keats Couldn't Have Said It Better
Time for the obligatory "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness" post, but my squashed fingers hurt. Besides, Olivia says it so much better than I ever could. Damn, that woman can write.
Chronicling friends and family, observing the world, aggrandizing the trivial and celebrating the absurd.
Time for the obligatory "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness" post, but my squashed fingers hurt. Besides, Olivia says it so much better than I ever could. Damn, that woman can write.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 10:40 AM
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