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ironymaideni did a little interweb research tonight related to birthday goodness and experienced an odd moment involving the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. i was looking into pen manufacturers, and i find this odd little article. start reading after the picture of the bell ad. the story excerpt in the lead is excreble.
not only did i live and work in Bloomsburg for about five years, i sang in a choral group that met and performed at St. Paul's. i know the postcard image of the church because i have a friend back there who is an avid postcard collector. furthermore, i lived just down the hill from the cemetary and it was a favorite place for walks (and for viewing July 4th fireworks). i have touched those tombstones. pens. who knew?
not only did i live and work in Bloomsburg for about five years, i sang in a choral group that met and performed at St. Paul's. i know the postcard image of the church because i have a friend back there who is an avid postcard collector. furthermore, i lived just down the hill from the cemetary and it was a favorite place for walks (and for viewing July 4th fireworks). i have touched those tombstones. pens. who knew?
