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Finger paint the sun

Shawshank, August 27, 2020

Since it’s Thursday, the second hand store is open. I usually go and check out what books they have. I’ll pick up a book, and then put it down – leaving it to fate. If it’s there the next time I go in, I’ll pick it up. On Tuesday, there was a Jack Reacher novel.…

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So it goes

Shawshank, August 28, 2020

Welcome back, friends. I’m going to try and do two reviews in one, and to try and remember the books because it’s been a while since I’ve read these books. And they are great books. Good use of dead trees. So it goes. Slaughterhouse-Five or the Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death Think of Slaughterhouse-Five…

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Well, I just got into town an hour ago

Shawshank, August 28, 2020

It’s Fri-Yay! Y’all made it! It’s a cool breezy day here in TinyTown. Yesterday was grocery day. We blew through it in record time, and was back to the house by noon. I bought a bag of books dirty cheap at the second hand store, and set up my own bookshelf, moving some Nora Roberts…

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With hands quick as light

Shawshank, August 29, 2020

I’ve had batter sleeps. With these damned allergies, I can seem to breathe at night. Last night was bad. And it was supposed to to be cool last night. Spoiler alert; it wasn’t. Or it didn’t feel cool. I was hot, cold, hot hot, cold. I was up in the middle of the night to…

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Butterfly in the sky, I can go twice as high

Shawshank, August 29, 2020

Still reading ‘Ship of Theseus’, I still have no idea what’s going on. I’m dealing with the main story, and the secondary story in 3 different time frames (depending on the colour of the ink). It’s very confusing. I’m going to have to find a guide to reading this book, because I have no idea…

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Oh baby can you hear me moan

Shawshank, August 30, 2020August 30, 2020

“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how dominate that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.” Aww yis! You know it. Let’s do a book…

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On This Day

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  • 3 years ago...
    • Yes, I did, yes, I did somebody please tell him who the eff I is
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    • On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
  • 5 years ago...
    • And the gravedigger puts on the forceps

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