sweater, fleece, and socks. make the coffee. •
toaster counts the minutes. Pour the first cup.
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These seem to work better than those little Bernina sheaths. Just sayin’.
See, I lay down my weapon, unbroken •
I lie down beside it. Gazing upward
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Everything I write is ten syllables. Continue reading →
…not sleeping exactly, under the snow, •
more like hiding from the mysterious, •
the fickleness of spring in New England… Continue reading →
Great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities, but to make them.
