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I look out at my garden these days and drink it in, knowing that by Saturday morning it will likely be gone. All that work in September. Worth every bit…
I have nothing to say. I am empty. And anyway: “Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely, O Lord.” So why should I write? Why should…
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