i mean, do we really need any more snow? Really?
obviously no one got the memo. grr.
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links.
- blog the THIRD (and now it's Autumn)
- blog the SECOND (welcome to 2007)
- steflenk's bizarre and astounding dossier of illustrative genius.
- girls missguided.
- shannon gerard's bookworks: glorious viscera for discerning bibliophiles.
- willow dawson: girl pirate and extraordinary comic book artist.
- peripateticisms and whatnot by John Patrick Robichaud.
- scott. (need i say more?)
- immense paintings and visual nourishment by kari minchin.
- Brick, a literary journal. (belles lettres and more from people who aren't dead yet.
- Coach House Press. Indeed.
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