I feel on the brink of something– oh, but don't I always? [Pardon the sarcasm, but it's difficult to escape, especially with 2 beers in my belly and the onset of Autumn.] Wistful, dear Autumn– most emotional of times. It may be on account of my birthing at this time of year– Dunno. Don't much… Continue reading Overmuch, and the discipline of writing for clarity.
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