Shorelines gone and maps destroyed
Hello! I have spent most of this week under some weather, but I am surfacing to remind everyone in the area that tomorrow night I will be reading at the Millbury Credit Union as part of Dark Minds, Dark Hearts: A Valentine's Fiction Affair with Larissa Glasser, Matthew M. Bartlett, Doungjai Gam Bepko, and Fiona Maeve Geist, and Andrea Wolanin. Be there or be some kind of uncool Euclidean object.
So I dreamed a story of apocalypse and leviathans. And then
asakiyume designed its beer label. She was reminded of it by the recent gathering of whales off Nantucket. Today I discovered that Bonnie "Prince" Billy has written a post-apocalyptic chantey at the behest of his friend who runs Dogfish Head Brewery. The streams are crossing, which is what you would expect them to do when the waters rise.
I misread a line on the internet as the green shock of recovery and I should like to do something with it sometime.
So I dreamed a story of apocalypse and leviathans. And then
I misread a line on the internet as the green shock of recovery and I should like to do something with it sometime.

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Yes please to the recovery line.
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It did go well, thank you! Report here, abbreviated on account of exhaustion.
Yes please to the recovery line.
I shall see what I can do.