This web.
Today I seem--without even trying--to have convinced a famous poet that he should revisit Middlemarch. I call that a good day's work.
Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
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Okay, I'll bite. What's the story on this one?
Man, I'm shallow, but I wonder what he looks like now.
Pretty much like so, but with his hair up in a ponytail. Put another way: great for his early 50s.
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