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Winter's Content

little market, little man, and a little soup

It was the rabbit lady who asked that we meet on Fridays, because she is the chief of an enterprise, the rabbit slaughterhouse, and that...

You asked for poetry from me the other day. I looked, but I can’t find any inside my head. I’ve been preoccupied with making the most of...

Dear Larry, I wonder if you realize how important your enthusiastic messages of support are to me? I run out of similar messages inside...

By the end of August I might be too tired to say this – I like the rhythm my life is developing. I wake up, clean up, water the plants at...

I was almost on the plane to Austin this morning, but that was before I looked at the ticket prices. It seems ridiculous to pay nearly...

Southwards, up and down, slaloming through the curvy country roads, we navigated the adventure sedan. Then, there really should have been...

Unwinding back here in the slumbering countryside, I can unpack the sensory overload of two and a half days in Paris in the world of...

The baker has returned from vacation today, which brings relieved renewal of morning rhythms. So, I took my blue notebook and pen to do...

It was a lovely affair, ten or so affable types eating dinner in stone courtyard. Afterwards, I walked back down the carreyrou, the...