Growing up in our little house in the half woods the cupboards were
bare, and the bookshelves were full. The latter bursting forth from
thin pine seams all sorts of heavy volumes stacked sideways and this
ways, their spines displaying the date of publication in the thick ink
of a marker. Utterly wonderful and useless knowledge was ready to be
plucked as long as the...
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bare, and the bookshelves were full. The latter bursting forth from
thin pine seams all sorts of heavy volumes stacked sideways and this
ways, their spines displaying the date of publication in the thick ink
of a marker. Utterly wonderful and useless knowledge was ready to be
plucked as long as the...
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im very tired of my friends requesting that i go back to college, don't they know that there is no class specializing in creating a crappy fantasy novel.
faye:
Happy birthday