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"Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night, for it was all ripe for dreaming."
Currently, it's cloudy as fuck all and 43˚F here in Woodstock. Tomorrow, I have to be in Manhattan, only for a few hours, and it's going to be colder and windy as hell. It's going to be windy as hell here, too, but here I can huddle in the cabin like a frightened rabbit and wait for the wendigo to pass me by. In Manhattan, I'll have to think of ( Read more... )