Monthly Archives: October 2018
Singing Gold
When I was a kid, we lived within an easy walk of a forest. An unkempt sort of forest, sort of an orphan. There were hills, including a great one for sledding, a desultory creek, and some permanently damp places … Continue reading
Pro Tip
After refilling your pen with an ink named “Antique Copper,” do not, forgetful, go back to work and, later, scratch your nose.
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Premodern Ramblings 