Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Play.

Dancing Tove.

Enya.

Library.

There once was a sleigh from Nantucket.

A cautionary graphic: here’s what it looks like when a tossed-off link from the Mighty Casio tsunamis through a sleepier backwater of the Islets of Bloggerhans in the late PM of a slow-news Friday:

A graph.

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Wu xia.

Pyrex.

Kardashian's shelves.

Spider-Dress.

Planetary thresholds.

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