Tuesday, September 23, 2008
worlds away, drowning in a volcano
I think that will be the first and last postcard I'll ever get from Greenland. So, it is pretty special. A postcard from France = still pretty special but not as special as one from the Arctic Circle, sprinkled with all that icy magic.
This is the book dreams are made of. I mean, sure, I haven't actually read it yet, but with a cover like that it has got to be amazing, right? Maybe I'll read it when that hadron collider thing gets fired back up. Then the magic will truly begin.
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