In my new town, Santa doesn't arrive during some Thanksgiving parade, nor does he await you in a mall. In my new town, if you want to chill with St. Nick you must peer out toward the liquid blue horizon.
And he will come to you.
Detours
- Tiger Beatdown
- Semantically Driven
- stapeliad
- My Port Townsend
- Tiny Cat Pants
- dame
- cleanhotdry
- Shutter Sisters
- Mocha Momma
- Colin Ellard
- The Unapologetic Mexican
- Staring At Empty Pages
- My Menopause Blog
- mother may i
- nudle
- Scott Feldstein
- The Reclusive Leftist
- Coyote Crossing
- Lost in the Cheese Aisle
- Spanglemonkey
- Not Calm (dot com)
- I Blame The Patriarchy
- Fussy
- Laid-Off Dad
- The Sheila Variations
- Innocent Bystander
- Music and Cats
- Time Goes By
- Verbatim
- Texas Trifles
la luna
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03 December 2006
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Nina, I love this!
Posted by: ae (arse poetica) | 03 December 2006 at 09:17 PM