"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
-Bright Star

Monday, November 15, 2010

I may have spoken too soon...

Mr. Gwibb is now in constant float-form, and definitely also in the process of dissolving.
I'm a snail killer.

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