Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Friday, June 08, 2012
Night folk.
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
Tennyson, The Owl
Been told that this still doesn't count as cute.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
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