Postcard From The Ice Storm
Sitting by the fire thinking of birthday cake, Gnosticism, and ooga-booga
Boy, y’all should see my backyard. One half of it is carpeted with limbs that fell from the top of a tall pine tree when they became weighed down with ice. We spent the morning listening to transformers explode in the near distance, though Deo gratias, we haven’t lost power. Living in the subtropics, one doesn’t know …
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