"let's leave," she whispered, "on a ship with smooth white sails and wooden planks that smell like seaweed, with a prow that shines as the ghosts of mermaids dance across the deck."
the astrology of the New Jersey drone phenomenon - this jersey girl looks
up and sees trouble ahead - the way we see the world needs to change, maybe
it's time we all look up
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I wrote this post back on December 22nd, but, somehow with the holidays,
and my swiss-cheesy memory, never put it up.
A friend reminded me of this rec...
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