tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post8236964148862438922..comments2024-03-04T06:28:51.439-08:00Comments on My Little Golden Book of Phobias: beth coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-16173238409275149522014-12-08T23:21:37.094-08:002014-12-08T23:21:37.094-08:00Sounds so cozy. I just read today that it's il...Sounds so cozy. I just read today that it's illegal here to use wood for a fire. Sigh. You're not that far away, so may I come up and sit by the fire with you? I'll bring my knitting.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-13025628321086356332014-12-07T23:29:22.112-08:002014-12-07T23:29:22.112-08:00I'll go with you, hopefully it's warm enou...I'll go with you, hopefully it's warm enough to swim in.<br /><br />XX Bbeth coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-63023047863299948122014-12-07T17:46:01.436-08:002014-12-07T17:46:01.436-08:00Suddenly, I am completely worn out by news of canc...Suddenly, I am completely worn out by news of cancer and deaths and probabilities and so forth. Thinking about births is far more joyful. <br />Fuck. I'm tired. <br />I need to go to the ocean. <br />I love you Beth. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com