Good morning, good morning.
Deep breath. Ready? Ok.
One more time. I’m going to try one more time to write this post. Hang on — this is a long one.
Good morning, good morning.
Deep breath. Ready? Ok.
One more time. I’m going to try one more time to write this post. Hang on — this is a long one.
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Good Monday to you out there. Where I am just now, the sun is beginning to shift the shapes outside from silhouette to surety. The walnut tree has lost most of its leaves, and the ones left are yellow and readying to fall. No frost out there when I let the puppy out, but the quality of light makes me imagine late-fall mornings back East, where every roof was painted white and sparkling each morning.
What’s this morning look like where you are?
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