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Breakfast Time   Leave a comment

“… Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast ….”

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (The Queen to Alice)
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Sojourn in Sindaria   5 comments

When last we met, Jemmy was giving me the Dickens — in a joshing sort of way — over not properly introducing Morgan to the readers … in a Technicolor photoshoot of colorful alien skins and fantasial costumes.

To which … I agreed that she was right. And, as Morgan looked on in fascinated horror, I started to make my plans ….

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Story Conference   2 comments

A few days ago, Jem gave me a shout and asked to meet me at my place to talk blog with the others. Diana and Conan couldn’t make it, but Morgan could, and so we went up to my office at the World-Wide Headquarters of a Blog Known As Around the Grid. “So, you got an idea?” I asked as we got comfortable.

“No,” Jem said. “I have a complaint. We’re missing something in the blog.”

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Stood Up Again   Leave a comment

Men don’t settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it.

— Laurell K. Hamilton, A Kiss of Shadows

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The Lamp of Life

Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch toward this glory, while the lands
We journey through are hidden from our sight

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Thank Heaven for Paris

I had to meet the photographer in Paris — but the only taxis were these vintage hacks.  But it was a fun ride!

Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven
I can’t resist a joyous urge
To smile and say

Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day

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Fern Hill

I wanted to pass this one on to Harper, really.  She lives up to her handle, and knows so much more about poetry than I do, or is just plain better at researching it than I am.  Our Fearsome — that is our Fearless Leader, however, insisted that I write this one since I shot the photos.  And, for once, I know a little bit about Welsh poetry — a very little bit, but I have a taste for Dylan Thomas.

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