Yesterday we took the wean for her first picnic in the woods, and she stuck a pine cone in her mouth as soon as we set her down on the blanket. She gets that from me.
Noted 07.27.08
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My name is Steve Himmer and for some reason I have a website. It's mostly a notebook of interesting things (to me, anyway). The name of the site comes from Thoreau's essay "Walking".
I also edit the webjournal Necessary Fiction.
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