Wednesday, January 27, 2010

" . . . it was the spring of hope"

I am traveling, but rumor (from a most reliable source) tells me that the Village is being dissembled - piece by porcelain piece. My heart flutters at the thought of the hundreds of boxes neatly packed and ready for transport. I await word that the snow has been cleared, spring has come, and the age of Dickens has passed.

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