And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
- The Decemberists
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Victoria is a music-lover, picture-taker (decidedly not a photographer) and a writer. She is currently a strong proponent for: knee-length argyle socks, Chuck Klosertman, "How I Met Your Mother," The Stills, maple lattes and scarves. Contact her at revelwriter at yahoo dot com.
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- Ask away - but no, I don't dig the crazy frog
- A novel notion
- Hot damn.
- What it is.
- An Exercise - 2
- An exercise - 1
- Count to ten.
- The Engine Driver
- Unavoidable Entendre
- Mind the beat and the book
- Double Shots
- Zig Zag
- 27
- Yeah yeah yeah
- My normal Massachusetts-related anecdotes are in s...
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- Raffle, anyone?
- Notown Philly
- Be there in my stead.
- Just sayin'
- And this is why...
- Neah.
- I can still smell butterscotch toffee
- Here goes.
- The calm
- On this date in history...
- The best of times, and worst
- A memory, a winner and a problem
- Quote of the night
- This 'n' That
- Freitag
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