Year: 2016
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: oh, crap, the year is ending :
Mayday, mayday, abort the landing. Turn around, I want a do over. As harrowing as 2016 has been, and it was a stark, raving disaster, I’m scared to see it end. Right here is a good place, cocooned in a harmless limbo. The campaigning is over and the upheaval hasn’t begun, so this is a…
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: carpe noctem* :
Regardless of how old we get or how cynical we become, there is wonder in Christmas Eve. A vestigial, unshakable innocence held over from childhood. In the utter stillness beneath a sky glittering with stars, we marvel at the vast, infinite splendor of the universe. What’s out there? Who’s out there? What mysteries lie beyond the constellations…
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: a little holiday blasphemy :
Christmas, of course, calls for reverence and awe, deep humility, which is the perfect time to laugh. Curiously, the more inappropriate laughter is to an occasion, the harder and louder we laugh. We snort and choke, struggle mightily to rein in our outbursts, as those around us scowl and cast looks of utter disgust. Adding…
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: santa isn’t a mind reader :
He doesn’t have a crystal ball, either. You need to tell him what you want for Christmas, otherwise Santa will use his own judgment. Are you good with that? Are you comfortable letting an elderly hermit whose closest friends are elves select your presents? I don’t think you are. He’s a great guy, generous to…
the whirly girl 