Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

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words. pictures. phrases and poems and thoughts from the hoof. may contain abject strangeness, and a proliferation of procrastination and nonsense. in that sense, sort of like a commercial for wood sealant.

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you might wish to visit the Categorical Wardrobe to see all the words and pictures separated out into their own junkpiles.

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I rather like receiving written correspondence. The letter seems to be a dying artform.

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