


I feel a bit like the last little fella, but, let's be frank, any day that starts off with seeing such lovely little creatures, and knowing that their futures are safe, can't be all bad.
And tomorrow, the Widor Toccata.
The theological and literary jottings of a Deacon and novelist. Writing ersatz Victorian fiction in the age of the e-book, and trying to walk the Way.
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