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| When I walk north. |
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| When I walk south. I will concede that though the land is not actually flat, the roads are straight. |
9 p.m.
In my pyjamas and housecoat, going
to do some reading and put the light out early.
Ordered Crow Lake, by Mary Lawson,
in from the library and am just starting into it. Had borrowed the next one in
the series, lent to me along with a nice stack of other books for leisure
reading. A wealth of books have I for the next while.
Just finished I Hate to Leave ThisBeautiful Place. Love that title.
That poor lonely widower grouse who
lost his entire family this winter just outside our driveway is still pounding his
chest out there, trying desperately to attract a mate. It’s getting late in the
season for that, isn’t it? And I begin to despair on his behalf.
What a lovely place to walk. Enjoy
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