It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, December 24, 2004
I have a "thing" for the Three Wise Men. I think that they are delightful. Here are my hideously expensive Waterford Wise Men, lookin' all...uh...gifty and such. Man, I want some myrrh.
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Three wise men in Bangor? You gotta be kiddin me
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