Due north to the land of permafrost and muskeg and the northern lights - that is where I'm headed.
Well, I suppose its still a bit premature for farewell, but for those of you who are not new brunswicker's by birth or habitat. Here is our flag, flapping wildly in a Sussex wind at one of the most characteristic institutions of this fair province - The Irving Gas Station.
posted by Jennith at 6:08 PM
I like alternative music, sci-fi/fantasy, puddle jumping in the pouring rain, the smell of decaying aspen leaves, stormy windy days, spruce bogs, doing cartwheels in the dark, dragonfly watching, fitzchivalry farseer, macintosh apples, climbing, hiking, swimming, guitar, canoe tripping, reciting the periodic tables, watercolour painting, identifying plants, ecology, wildlife, singing, maps, photography, poetry, reading, art, and the colour green
They came like raindrops against the towers of time, but in time the rain always prevails. The Fool (aka Robin Hobb)
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