Read here first. Here second. Here third.
Now here…
:?list available shops, sort by proximity, with directions relative to the Book Gate:
:.danforth Road Photography (0.26 miles, 11.5°)
:,[something that sounds like a mini-mall] (0.84 miles, 85.5°)
:,bonar Balfour: Haberdasher & Milliner (2.67 miles, 127.3°):
:?haberdasher: I’m trying to imagine a shop that sells clothing, woman’s hats, and photography supplies. [...]
Read here first. Here second.
Now here…
Grandma followed a different magic than my sister. Grandma’s enchantments harnessed a deeper power, but they were fickle and often [unspecific]. Jennetta may stalk the hereditary manse[?] presiding over friend and foe alike while Nonni putters in the Old-old GreenhouseConservatory, but give me the least of Nonni’s spells over the [...]
Read this first if you haven’t already.
“He will not be easily found that one. Speak his name to these and they will aid you.”
Grandma’s words felt like a memory or a dream compared to the unexpected firmness of her grip. She gave me other instructions I think—maybe something about employing them before they [...]
The unifying theme for the week will be “The Bringer of Mist”. Check out the ‘bringer‘ tag for more. I’ll step off from a post from day 51: “Grandma has a Wolf’s Heart“.
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The newly fallen leaves stacked poorly in her hand. These red and yellow and gold leaves retained their suppleness. [...]
Mr. Johnathan Goffe waits to make his picture. He sits cross-legged in the sandy front range soil high on a hill overlooking a greener valley. Above and to his left the ragged mountains enjoy the rain. Johnathan’s brass finger tips tek-tek-tek the counting spell he’s enamored the camera with. He bought [...]
…and then use it in a non-metamorphic rock sort of way.
Tomorrow we are prepping the garage for the ninth annual pumpkin carving party. If I can eek out the time, I am going to get the tablet hooked up to the computer and start learning to draw.
But that’s tomorrow.
Regarding Bringer, the societal thing eludes [...]
Johnathan replaces the cover on the lens and looks at the scene once more. The golden glow of lights overwhelms him–it’s why he took the time to make the picture. The spell he’d been making all evening, the one he started the moment he stepped out of the keep, the one he’d been building on [...]
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The newly fallen leaves stacked poorly in her hand. These red and yellow and gold leaves retained their suppleness. This natural, nearly flesh-like offering, contrasted her brittle metalic fingers. The leaves’ tones wavered through the various shades of autumn. Their organic patterns occasionally punctuated with a spot of green or a tear or an insect-made [...]
Of course it’s a heroic pose. Dispassionate and aloof. Practical and inspiring. But wrong.
Nothing about Mr. Goffe is dispassionate, aloof, practical, or inspiring. For that matter nothing is heroic. Missing is his gear, his photographs and his art. And the stupid-ass hat.
He’s a typical Tinker: brass and exactly two [...]
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Johnathan Goffe said, “Good.”
He worried he hadn’t turned off his Bluetooth soon enough. Tinkers on the trail ahead was a bit of a surprise. They looked intimate–probably had theirs off as well. Blah blah blah
As if the small black road through the big white snow wasn’t an obvious enough path, the generation [...]
