"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf
Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.
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Today I attended the Polish Festival up in Deerfield, Massachusetts. For $3.50 I bought four pierogi, which the server graciously garnished with extra butter, onions, horseradish, and a slice of rye bread. For another dollar apiece, a cup of piping-hot coffee and a package of two extremely fresh and delicious cider doughnuts.posted by Cicily Corbett | 3:06 AM
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