Now my stuff's played and his stuff ain't
On the one hand our after-dinner walking route may possibly have been overambitious for the amount of tired
spatch and I were tonight, but on the other hand I climbed a tree.

I am honestly sorry that I did not write and direct a short film in early high school with my best childhood friend as I dreamed last night, even though part of the dream was also rewatching it as adults and wincing a lot. We had been strongly influenced by a bunch of Surrealists that I doubt I really knew about when I was fourteen.
Please, please enjoy this pop-up trombone.

I am honestly sorry that I did not write and direct a short film in early high school with my best childhood friend as I dreamed last night, even though part of the dream was also rewatching it as adults and wincing a lot. We had been strongly influenced by a bunch of Surrealists that I doubt I really knew about when I was fourteen.
Please, please enjoy this pop-up trombone.

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Oh, neat.
I read a random assortment of her other books, including The Changeling (1970) which I think grew into Green-sky, but for some reason not that series. I have no idea why. People living in trees was exactly my thing. I loved Larry Niven's The Integral Trees (1984) and The Smoke Ring (1987) just for the worldbuilding.
[edit] My mother says I did read them, around the same time as Zenna Henderson's People stories. I'm sorry. My memory has apparently deteriorated.
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