Monday, March 23, 2009

The Writing Life

58,451 – March 23, 2009

oh and by the way for you folks not in Nova Scotia - it is snowing like a bastard. What does that even mean? It is snowing as if Winter is a bastard who won't let go of the land. He won't give it up and let Spring - gentle kind muddy Spring come in and invite us to play. Oh I'm mad at Winter - that bastard with his snow. FOR PETE's SAKE! GO AWAY!

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