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It's strange. I was so used to being the youngest of the group growing up. The sheltered, pampered little baby. Yet now I find myself both helping take care of Lash's new hatchling and Gamera. I suppose Gamera particularly could be considered my little brother, now. I should be taking care of Casca, but...
Goodness. Things like this make me feel so old. It doesn't help that I'll be 35 in less than a month.
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As beautiful as the leaves are, I must admit that watching all the plantlife around me die has always made me feel a little bit depressed. Perhaps it's also knowing that it won't be long before the dreadful cold sets in, ahaha. Yet this year I don't feel quite as I usually do. It must be that despite the world settling into a deep slumber, there's still new life springing up - as evidenced by Lash's happy announcement the other day.
And other things springing up, as evidenced by those photos. O ho ho ho...
Goodness. Things like this make me feel so old. It doesn't help that I'll be 35 in less than a month.
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As beautiful as the leaves are, I must admit that watching all the plantlife around me die has always made me feel a little bit depressed. Perhaps it's also knowing that it won't be long before the dreadful cold sets in, ahaha. Yet this year I don't feel quite as I usually do. It must be that despite the world settling into a deep slumber, there's still new life springing up - as evidenced by Lash's happy announcement the other day.
And other things springing up, as evidenced by those photos. O ho ho ho...