Tavie
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masque of the red death
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
I forgot about the other reason I'd always wanted to see Maine (after Rynnie) until Saturday when we got to the ocean. Then I remembered, and I want it known that I didn't sing a single song from Pete's Dragon, even though I totally could have sung the entire soundtrack.
We also tried to go to Hobbitland (a.k.a. Vaughan Woods), but it was too icy for us big, clumsy girls (that would be me and Gina) and the ground was too icy to maneuver.
On our way out we noticed a creepy and mysterious clump of hair in the snow - NOT MINE - and realized we were also in Stephen King country.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:30 PM | shower me with attention
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