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A Whole Street of Houses, Stirred With A Spoon

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“ And by this time they were come up to the great iron gates in front of the house; and Tom stared through them at the rhododendrons and azaleas, which were all in flower; and then at the house itself, and wondered how many chimneys there were in it, and how long ago it was built, and what was the man’s name that built it, and whether he got much money for his job? These last were very difficult questions to answer. For Harthover had been built at ninety different times, and in nineteen different styles, and looked as if somebody had built a whole street of houses of every imaginable shape, and then stirred them together with a spoon.” —The Water-Babies, by Charles Kingsley. Ch.1 (1863)

Zefrank's Guide to Candy Trading

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It's all in good fun.

Reader, Consider

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Photoblog: File Your Negatives

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in the back of the book--right where it belongs!

Photoblog: A Few Of My Favorite Things

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"Overheard on a Salmarsh" by Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me.         No. Give them me. Give them me.                 No. Then I will howl all night in the reeds, Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so? They are better than stars or water, Better than voices of winds that sing, Better than any man's fair daughter, Your green glass beads on a silver ring. Hush, I stole them out of the moon. Give me your beads, I want them.                 No. I will howl in the deep lagoon For your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them.               No.

Photoblog

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who knows what this is?