In which I discuss books, beer, and sometimes biking
Sunday, January 4, 2009
And at my feet, eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me
I began the New Year this way: scribing words upon myself and my friends. My own word was "Strive", from Tennyson: "to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield."
And now, to go forth and publish.
writing by hand
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