Broken

I am a collector of broken things. Usually I’m the one who did the breaking – butterfingers is a kind term for what happens when breakable objects come within reach of my hands. And broken things linger; I have a spot for them – a home – to wait until I get around to applying […]

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Terrifically told tales

A: So, how did your little boy’s night with Charlie go? D: I’m not talking to you. A: Then you won’t mind if I start the tale-telling? D: What? Of course I mind! It’s Wednesday – that’s Druid’s Day, not A’s day to steal D’s thunder day. A: Is Druid’s day anything like Durin’s Day? […]

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