I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Monday, September 28, 2015

the hundred and eighty fifth story

Once upon a time there was an albatross who loved a cloud. Her long wings kept up with the wind for weeks, and they were able to converse and by the time the albatross was too tired to keep up, she was pretty sure that relationship wasn't worth fighting for, anyway.

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