He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver.
And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
My mom had a dream that somebody hanged Matt Woo from our back porch. That creeped me out. Things have been getting a little bit morbid around here with Grandpa dying so slowly.
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