Grey settles over Dragonwood today. The leaves have coated the ground, leaving most of the trees bare and ominous. Your narrator feels the dullness of grey, the urge to leave for warmer climes, the desire to huddle in warmth and semi-consciousness. Not to mention fighting a wearisome cold. I shall continue the story of Dragonwood in future posts, but my writing also falls flat as well on a day like this.
Squirrelboy had discovered the joy of writing, and festoons all the scrap paper and cardboard boxes he can find with his "letters". Far be it from him to be conquered by such a day!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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Ugh! "also falls flat as well" I warned you, did I not?
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