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"I'm invisible. I can't find the ice."

I woke to clouds, but they seem to be clearing. It's 62˚F in Providence.

Yesterday was not a good writing day, though I managed 731 words on something. I don't know if it's something that's going to lead me anywhere, if it's something that I can use. I very much needs to be. And the fear that the dry spell hasn't truly passed rears its head and is the first thought in my mind when I open my eyes in the morning.

I went to Walgreen's and got my flu shot, late in the afternoon.

Please consider our current eBay auctions. Thank you.

I'm not surprised by the most recent revelations as to Donald trump's lack of respect for women and for humanity in general. There is nothing whatsoever new here. But I do think maybe we're nearing the end of this insanity.

(Courtesy Amanda Duarte and Jessica Bennett)

Aunt Beast


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Francine Hibiscus Rossi
Oct. 8th, 2016 06:40 pm (UTC)
I wonder if the real insanity is just beginning.

Michael Kuhn
Oct. 8th, 2016 06:45 pm (UTC)
I just read Animals Pull the Night Around Their Shoulders. In my two and a half years reading SD this is one of your best Stories. It gripped me from the first sentence. I can't believe, that something like that can come out of a dry spell.
Oct. 8th, 2016 06:59 pm (UTC)

Thank you. It's enormously reassuring to hear that.
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