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Marching Forth

It’s always¬†true. When you just get outside,¬†something magical will always happen.

I almost didn’t go out. There was the knitting. The couch. The warm wood stove. 401 more words



Sometimes this time of year makes me a little weepy. And it’s often related to hearing music. No, not the silly stuff from the radio that I like to torture the family with, but the music that captures something haunting and quiet and dark and lonely (e.g. 610 more words