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  <title>mariness</title>
  <subtitle>The meandering words of Mari Ness</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-09-09T23:46:28Z</updated>
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    <title>Ancilliary and unrelated matters.</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T23:46:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T23:46:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm sure this will be making the rounds soon, but thanks to &lt;span style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://marshallpayne1.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://marshallpayne1.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;marshallpayne1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a heads up for &lt;a href="http://crossedgenres.com/blog/sff-market-rejects-our-lgbtq-ad/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, news about Flash Fiction Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In completely unrelated news, I decided that I had to get out of the apartment, so hopped on my trike, rode out a little, towards the zebras, and nearly ran over a peacock. Which is when I realized that I had finally reached a place in my life where I could actually write the words "nearly ran over a peacock."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, however, to some slight worry: when I left the peacocks (three of them) one - not the one I nearly hit - was heading over to a small area lined with oak trees, filled with those creatures of evil: squirrels.  I shudder to think what might have happened next, but I decided not to stick around for the potential carnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mariness&amp;ditemid=31939" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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