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The tiny creek that
drains our land is frozen, its
voice stilled: it, too, rests.Okay, it's a culvert, not a creek. But it's still frozen. Winter is here ( Read more... )

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I'm into work stupid-early this morning because there's, in theory, a VIP coming in at some point. On the other hand, I get to leave early too!

This weekend was awesome! Saturday was a lot of housework - finishing painting the trim, moving the old sink out of the utility room, that sort of thing - not as much painting as I'd wanted but still ( Read more... )

If you haven't noticed by now, I can be bribed to write more with art. ;-) Icon of Sylvia by @Inventrix.

Story takes place in early Year 8, in the beginning of October. Inspired in part by 'Trix's request (Paraphrase: "Porter! Involving Doors!") and in part by this sketch that inspired Arundel in the first place ( Read more... )