May I let my voice be a clarion call. I will use these words for justice. I will use these words for truth. And humour.

Monday, April 8, 2013


The tender heart of the dragon smells so sweet!

Today, Henry asked me to pull off all of the little nubs on this pine cone. Because inside it is a controller for all the dragons. Underneath their cool callous armor is a heart you can touch. After ripping half of the scales off this cone, the center shaft smells as marvelously fragrant as any flower.

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