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A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom, any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.


Mount Wellington and a tree. As seen from Geilston Bay. July 2010.

Once upon a time there was this... boy.

This boy lived in a hut made of... cats.

The cats - of course - were dead. Well, most of them were dead. One of the cats was... magical.

Magical cats eating... mushrooms.

Comments

Roddy said…
Would that not make them magic mushrooms?
Roddy said…
Can I thank Henry for a very enjoyable time at his birthday and quality time spent with his grandfather and grandmother. Also thank the young master Ezra for a totally enthralling time. They certainly tax ones stamina. Thankfully I am not yet that old to not appreciate their energy.
Hugs kisses and lots of love to the both of them.
Kris McCracken said…
I shall pass it on.