After the Loon Is Gone
posted by Lucia at
4:27 PM
About
Box? What box? Oh, yeah, I think I saw a box around here somewhere. Now where did it go?
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6 Comments:
...you wait for it to pop up someplace relatively near?
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knitnzu, at 6:35 PM
The lake looks so peaceful and wonderful.
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margene, at 6:49 PM
Reminds me of a song :)
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Carol, at 9:58 PM
What? Your mother-in-law fell in the lake, did she?
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[Sorry, I really couldn't resist that one. I don't even know if you have one, and if she'd actually walk out on that pier...]
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Anonymous, at 8:55 AM
Love your titles. I remember when we changed a certain plaid from a 2/2 cavalry twill to a tabby weave. One of the other weavers asked what was the difference between my previous swatch and the current one. I told her, "The twill is gone."
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roxie, at 10:05 AM
Aw, I love loons! I don't see them around here much, but Maine (and even Portsmouth) is lousy with 'em.
You're back now, yes?...
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Anonymous, at 11:05 AM
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