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Sometimes I hear odd little sounds outside the room where I work, sounds low to the ground. Critters, I assume. And then I noticed this black walnut tucked into the corner of the side storm door. Today, it’s gone.
[Is writing really work, Michael? Or is it a rarefied kind of play?]
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Storage unit
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Perhaps it was a gift meant for you!
ReplyDeletePS. For me, writing is work, but fun work (often).
ReplyDeleteI would like to think of the squirrels as leaving us nuts. Better than a cat bringing us a dead mouse. :)
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