This is actually dust (both from sanding and from 50+ years of life-accumulation), not smoke.
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Musings and Links from a Litigation Paralegal/Scholar/Writer/Student/Teacher/Woodworker. Poetry, Prose and Language. Websites that are of interest to writers and readers, amateur pictures, and a lot of serendipitous nonsense besides.
About Me
- jrs
- Earned an MA in English and an MAT in Secondary Education, English from SUNY New Paltz. Litigation Paralegal for a Wage & Hour Law firm
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- Representative Poetry On-line
- S*ut the fu@k up you G@d D----d Son of a B|t(h
- my class!
- police dispatched
- french pressed
- hallucinatory drive
- seen on campus today...
- antique doll
- even more ice! ice is my leitmotif right now...
- more ice
- yellow, red, green and blue
- endurance.
- Latticino glass
- Do Not Drink.
- Sometimes...
- Semper Vigilans
- delicious sustenance and a feast for the eyes!
- And the dust rose like smoke in the still afternoo...
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