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[palantiriell]

Carol Bloomquist was dead. Everyone in town agreed that this was a dreadful shame. Folks turned out from miles around to visit her funeral, to mutter their condolences on her only estranged living niece, and to leave prayer cards swiped with damp earth near her grave. In such a land of muted Christians and poor November weather and too-white

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[yoursetcetera]

The squirrels near David's studio baffle me, because I've never seen anything like them. One runs through my path fearlessly: if I walked a bit faster I might have stepped on it. I've never known squirrels to come anywhere near that close to people. They could possibly be rabid? I have no idea. I'm keeping my distance, though, even if - especially if - they don't keep theirs

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[palantiriell]

wow. that is insanely perfect.