Border town woman's quest for magical stuff like northern lights, sane men, and size 8 jeans.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
It was a hoot
I was standing on the patio last night, looking at the basketball-sized full moon over the water when an owl flew over my head. It was creepy in a good way.
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