I am a New Englander, a Southerner, my own woman, Rex's daughter, a quivering mass of contradictions. Nothing here means any more or less than you want it to mean. This and a buck fifty will get you coffee. But it's me. And I really like that.
It's the Solstice. Can you feel it? Perfect imbalance, before the return of the light. Can you feel it? Blessed Be, my friends. Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee ~ but tonight I'll be drinking mead.
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