Tag Archives: Screeds

hurry, hurry

Winter solstice brings out primal urges: the need for light, heat, booze and shopping. (#977) Continue reading

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probelms

Just a typo made in a hurry in a Facebook message by somebody else leafy upsidedown pyramids that used to grace edges of meadows and roadsides first pale then dying then rotting upright years after gone to a fungus imported … Continue reading

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