Tag: Lent
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Ode To Curtains
The scene opens in darkness as Schrodinger is contentedly surveying his work. He sits, quill pen in paw, attempting to compose a poem. Hoomum continues to snore in the background. “Roses are red, violets are blue, oh my dear curtains, how I have missed you….” If the quality of his poetry leaves something to be…
Schrodinger's Diary 