nanowrimo
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qotd
To hold a pen is to be at war. — Voltaire
the bar room
The heart of the house. That, and the den, which was on the other side of the bar from the hallway. It was designed to be just like a bar in a tavern in the Virginia of the 1700’s, complete with wooden bars to slide down and lock at night, and complete with the lock … Continue reading the bar room
A bit of my past
[No, I have no idea how long I’m leaving this up here. I may take it down before you even see it.] I had my first drink when I was three. My parents were having a huge party downstairs, and I’d been brought down to say hi, in my jammies. I must have escaped my … Continue reading A bit of my past
white pebble 