tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948952231230143709.post2333955537403373056..comments2023-10-31T06:24:52.424-07:00Comments on New Leaves: Mt. Taranaki UndressesMike Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11349289865571299017noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948952231230143709.post-7458334946660765692007-03-07T16:19:00.000-08:002007-03-07T16:19:00.000-08:00Thank-you, Scarlet Pervygirl.Thank-you, Scarlet Pervygirl.Mike Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11349289865571299017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948952231230143709.post-42333753468073083632007-03-07T00:31:00.000-08:002007-03-07T00:31:00.000-08:00The first two sentences of this post were perfect ...The first two sentences of this post were perfect in the way I've come to expect only late-Victorian writing--Kate Chopin's, perhaps--to be.<BR/><BR/>On top of that, they totally made me scream, "Yes! I know exactly what you're talking about! I've noticed that about cats and houses and mountains and have longed to describe it with elegant concision, but never until this moment KNEW I had noticed and longed!"The Scarlet Pervygirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09543732518350148151noreply@blogger.com