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of fools and kings
After six months of shagginess, I finally have a haircut. It makes me look about six years younger. I'm not sure that's entirely a good thing, but, well, no one takes me seriously anyway, so it won't hurt to look a goofy seventeen.
(Yes, I have two bibles on my shelves in that picture. I also own an interlinear Greek New Testament, but it's not my fault, honest. They made me study bibles. Critically.)
I also took pictures. Here is the harbour: it was a brisk day, and the water was coming over the back wall in an arc of white every so often. (Sadly, this happened too fast for me to take a proper picture of it.) There was also the occasional out-of-control crow zipping past on its back, due to the wind.
I'm a wee bit out of it at the moment. I'm not entirely sure why, but I suspect it's the holiday season making me all anxious. But! We shall overcome.
(Yes, I have two bibles on my shelves in that picture. I also own an interlinear Greek New Testament, but it's not my fault, honest. They made me study bibles. Critically.)
I also took pictures. Here is the harbour: it was a brisk day, and the water was coming over the back wall in an arc of white every so often. (Sadly, this happened too fast for me to take a proper picture of it.) There was also the occasional out-of-control crow zipping past on its back, due to the wind.
I'm a wee bit out of it at the moment. I'm not entirely sure why, but I suspect it's the holiday season making me all anxious. But! We shall overcome.
