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A mild quarrel

I had plenty of sleep last night, and woke up feeling lively. My son and I danced, and made stamp pictures, and talked about Pokemon, and were out earlier than usual to get some things to supplement our breakfast from the local shop, which we then enjoyed as a sort of mini morning picnic on… Read More »A mild quarrel

When words fall short

I have often tangled myself up in my own words trying to make them palatable for other people. I have also often gotten lost in pleasing only myself with them. Sometimes I wonder if I’m being responsible with what I’m writing. I have the luxury of being able to be irresponsible, because less than ten… Read More »When words fall short