Ballads going wild, words have turned to water
Today has been drowned in snow. These are the good things: where words of mine have ended up.
"Carne Vale."
"Follow Me Home."
I am particularly, ridiculously honored by the first of these.
"Carne Vale."
"Follow Me Home."
I am particularly, ridiculously honored by the first of these.

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We're drowned with snow out here as well.
Which is frustrating, as I'd hoped to go in to NYC today for a concert.
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And "Follow Me Home"! I love that poem. Will you read it at ICFA?
Huzzah! Huzzah!! Huzzah!!!
{dances dizzily in snow, falls over}
Nine
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Thank you!
Which is frustrating, as I'd hoped to go in to NYC today for a concert.
I had been hoping to see The Draughtsman's Contract at the Brattle Theatre, which did not happen either. I'm sorry.
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Her stuff looks like myth.
Will you read it at ICFA?
Yes!
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Thank you! Tell
and I meant to add, I am jealous of the snow.
Believe me, you can have some of ours . . .
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Most of today drastically sucked! But this does not!
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Thank you!
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I had been hoping to see The Draughtsman's Contract at the Brattle Theatre, which did not happen either. I'm sorry.
Thank you. And I'm sorry for you as well; that film sounds very interesting.
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Mine also rather sucked. I hope that turned around for you entirely with the good news.
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Thank you!
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And congratulations on the Year's Best! You have a lot of poems and stories out there that I haven't read yet. I need to catch up!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
I need to catch up!
If it helps, "Follow Me Home" is one of the poems online.
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