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Saturday |
| My home office is nestled in a shady little nook, plastic picnic table on stone and dirt patio in dappled shadow of over- arching trees and looming rooflines adjacent houses. A little direct sun comes in and the neighbors ignore me invisible on their side of the fence. Nothing gets by Miso, the supervisor keeping me on target even as I go through everything in the fridge, liquid and otherwise, leavings & new beginnings... |
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