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47-46: or, I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille

Through all the excitement the end of my Gravity tale inspired, I didn’t actually get to document it, here. I think it took a bit for me to “come down” enough from the space mountain upon which I had cast myself, this week, that included laying in my Mommy’s lap and, well, carbohydrates in their most processed, and ugly, and ugly-causing form. 717 more words

Daily Haiku--7 March 2014

Spoiled rotten, oh
what a shame it is when the
candy apples die.