Some photographs from Spanksgiving, a reincarnation of the Labyrinth's massively successful potluck holiday celebration. This year boasted a bigger backyard, fancier set-up, more people, more food, more alcohol and far less annoying interlopers. Pleased with the results...hope to make this a tradition, a sort-of Gainesville prep (possible respite) for the main event, typically spent in our respective hometowns (with attendant/possible annoyances of travel, family, whatever.) Contributed sweet potato casserole and corn casserole...yum.
"She lay quietly for a minute looking reverently at her notebook and then opened it. She had had an unreasonable fear that it would be empty, but there was her handwriting, reassuring if not beautiful. She grabbed up the pen and felt the mercy of her thoughts coming quickly, zooming through her head out the pen onto the paper. What a relief, she thought to herself; for a moment I thought I had dried up. She wrote a lot about what she felt, relishing the joy of her fingers gliding across the page, the sheer relief of communication. After a while she sat back and began to think hard. Then she wrote again: Something is definitely happening to me. I am changing. I don't feel like me at all."
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