The sky is gray and the air chilly, a few errant snowflakes riding the gusty wind. And if I close my eyes during my evening walk and inhale, it smells like fall.
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
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Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
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