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[( 17 Mar 2010 // 23:12 )] |
Dorcas Tara Meadowes
13 November 1958 - 17 March 1980
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind
- William Wordsworth
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| XLIII. |
[( 7 Mar 2010 // 22:58 )] |
( Wave wand for picture of hopping bunny cupcakes )
I know Easter's still got a long way to go, and before it arrives, we must be thinking green and such, but when I saw a recipe for these, I just had to try them. I spent all day last night trying to make them. Lo and behold, they were a success. I'm quite proud of the faces.
DMLE, there will be enough to go around tomorrow. Find them on Sturgis' table. Find them preferably before he eats them all. Or keeps them as pets if he's too subdued by The Cuteness to do that.
( Warded to Peadar )
( Warded to Michael )
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[( 26 Feb 2010 // 0:07 )] |
What really amuses me is that I only put it on for some minutes to see how it looked, and now he's completely attached. I let it hang on a nail in the stable, and every time I come in, he insists on wearing it.
He is a fashionista. If I am cruel to give him a hat, he clearly does not mind.
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