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, April 29, 2005
The corn: downtown Bloomington, Indiana, at dusk. Yes, yes, I know you can't see any corn in the picture, but rest assured, it's out there.
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I can see the corn way off in the distance!
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