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Mary Oliver said she was not good with titles, and neither am I
Housekeeping items first: “Wheat-Not-Oats-Dear-Posting-Times”. There shall always be blogging anew on Tuesdays, so check back then for certain; anything else is an extra, like unexpected cupcakes. “Who put these cupcakes here?” you might say, and try one, and–with luck–find it … Continue reading
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