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Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.


Perhaps, in the extravagance
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham




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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

In the aftermath of today's History EYA, I thought it might be appropriate to post that Cold War break-up fic I've been raving about to Tricia. However, its rating and content might offend some people.

It's nothing sordid, really. (I almost cried halfway through, yes it's THAT (for lack of better word) good.)

Should I?