My dear Will,
You must be healed by now... on the outside at least, I
hope you're not too ugly.
What a collection of scars you have. Never
forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful, our scars have
the power to remind us that the past was real.
We live in a primitive
time, don't we, Will? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures of the
curse of it, any rational society will either kill me or put me to some
use.
Do you dream much, Will? I think of you often.
Your old friend,
Hannibal Lector.
a diligent and creative labor of love spanning decades; i log things i can't forget, so i don't forget them.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Fall Photo Dump
I love Fall, most of all. The changing of the seasons feels more important this time of year than any other somehow. Next favorite or signi...

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8:28 Pumpkin Print Craft Idea (Salt PlayDough: 1 cup flour, 1/2 cup water, 1/2 cup salt, splash of olive oil. Bakes at 250 for an hour) 9:...
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(life just has to matter) I'm not trying to sound heretical or prophetilizing, but was gripped for a moment tonight by a sudden awarenes...
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Just finished watching "The Age of Innocence" and really loved it! NARRATOR He had heard her name often enough during the year and...