Friends
I have fallen off the wagon. It has warmed here slightly and I find myself blinking into the afternoon, an old dog in various jeaned outfits, thinking productive thoughts like: Ahhhhhhhhh yes. Hello, sun.
I’m writing to you because I saw the following and it made me think of the potted plant falling straight on my (newly healing) head last week.
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