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road over the western ridge down into town, to dine on eastern cuisine, and purchase exotic import goods. 1:49 PM Dec 8th from web |
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the village weaver has a pleasing variety of plaids and stripes, for reasonable trade, if you need to sew this winter. 3:15 PM Dec 3rd from twitterrific |
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our neighbor has no eggs to sell, other homesteads have a deer carcass hung outside. the mountain folk prepare for a great feast. 1:39 PM Nov 25th from m.slandr.net |
chatting with the blacksmith's wife, who remembers me. i tell her of the great cities she's never seen. outside, the rainfall becomes snow. 12:18 PM Nov 25th from m.slandr.net |
rode Nibasha to the village blacksmith, but he's away visiting family. so we ride through the rain over the western ridge, to the next town. 12:12 PM Nov 25th from m.slandr.net |
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we road up the valley and into McColley Hollow, to visit with artisans there: silversmith, woodworker, basketweavers and glassmaker. 2:51 PM Nov 15th from web |
the wagon's axles creak under a heavy load. no space or coin remaining, Nibasha plodding through a late autumn rain, we huddle in darkness. 2:42 PM Nov 12th from m.slandr.net |
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outside the wall of the city, an old friend takes me a quiet tavern; the talk remind me of old times, the food of Thrace. 10:12 PM Nov 8th from web |
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