Jack Frost's Wake (Part XIX)

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Jack Frost's Wake (part XIX)

 

Plain text: tell of a gathering of werewolves, witches, ghouls.

CONTINUED TOMORROW

 

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Jack Frost's Wake (Part XVIII)

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Jack Frost's Wake (part XVIII)

 

 

 

 

Plain text: It might be a ghost story or it might, like this one, 

 

CONTINUED TOMORROW

 

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Jack Frost's Wake (Part XVII)

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Jack Frost's Wake (part XVII)

 

Plain text: then the second.

CONTINUED TOMORROW

Jack Frost's Wake (Part XVI)

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Jack Frost's Wake (part XVI) 

 

Plain text:  Passing through a graveyard, you snatch up the first word and

CONTINUED TOMORROW 

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Jack Frost's Wake (Part XV)

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Jack Frost's Wake (part XV)

 

 

 

Plain text: Other times, he'll tell a story, leaf upon leaf.

CONTINUED TOMORROW.

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Jack Frost's Wake (Part XIV)

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 Jack Frost's Wake (part XIV)

 

 

 Plain text: No harm done.

CONTINUED TOMORROW

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Apres le Deluge

 

I made a (small, admittedly) donation to Locus recently, because their advertising revenue is down and so they're rattling the tin can. Similarly, I'm careful to order books through Big Blue Marble, a local independent bookstore, flowers through Something Different in Flowers, whose shop is just a block away from me, and prescription drugs through Morrison's Pharmacy. 

Because these are all small businesses that I want to be around when the pandemic is over.

Megacorporations can fend for themselves and, to be frank, most of them I wouldn't miss if they couldn't. But the friendliness of the folks at Morrison's and Something Different and Big Blue Marble--and the quirkiness of the third--just can't be replaced. And Locus, which began as a one-page mimeographed zine is a remarkable creation, one that took Charles Brown decades to build from a one-page mimeographed zine.

Anyway, that's my plug. Think of the small, locally owned businesses around yourself and make up a list of those you could afford to lose. Then be careful to support the others.

And because it's October . . .

 Jack Frost's Wake (part XIII)

 

 

 

 

 Plain text: People find his handiwork scattered behind him by the wind.

 

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