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warm breezes
Hello, world. I woke up to a sunny Sunday morning. Shawshank was pressed against one side of me, Chaucer snuggled deep into a pile of quilt on the other. I…
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tunes a plenty
It's Saturday. Chaucer is sitting on the back of the leather chair, sniffing interesting things on the breeze blowing through the front yard. I'm comfortable right now, but I think…
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open doors
Good morning, to the four of you might stumble upon and read this. I have a sunny Thursday in front of me, if I remember the forecast. There's coffee, and…