Daily Archives: November 24, 2009

But is it art?

I feel so bleedin virtuous after a run up in the dunes with Dylan that a bowl of oatmeal porridge has become my new favorite second breakfast. That is syrup floating off the top and eddying to the perimeter by … Continue reading

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