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From

karenhealey, The When We Wake Blog Tour for her amazing new novel, When We Wake.

From

ladysprite in her professional capacity,When Should I Bring My Pet To The Vet?.

From

dandelion_diva,Neon Luminance, also here.

Via Fantasy of Color,Authors of Color.

Last but not least, because it's National Poetry Month, and because the birds that woke me up to a dim blue dawn reminded me:

1: Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
2: The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
3: And bathed every veyne in swich licour
4: Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
5: Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
6: Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
7: Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
8: Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,
9: And smale foweles maken melodye,
10: That slepen al the nyght with open ye
11: (so priketh hem nature in hir corages);
12: Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
13: And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
14: To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
15: And specially from every shires ende
16: Of engelond to caunterbury they wende,
17: The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
18: That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

The opening lines to the Prologue of the Canterbury Tales. If I get a chance I'll sing them into a voicepost (to the tune of "For the Longest Time" by Billy Joel, as various filkers have taught me).