Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Snow
glancing out the window, i am dismayed to notice three barefoot children dashing through the snow, in whose wake thrashed a large English Mastiff. they continue around the house and enter in at the rear, with loud chattering and laughter. this daily occurrence is the result of the oldest child being chased by the younger, who desire one more chapter of The Magician's Nephew.
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This was originally written and posted in 2011, and I just reposted it on my new setup, but it somehow lost the date.
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