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which is too late (again), and once again I find myself in want of someone to just listen, someone I can depend on to be at a certain place at an appointed time. Is that too much to ask?
Today at work I had a record bad day. And what a disappointing evening.
posted by 
ing at 9:39 PM
In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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This was one post I think I would be afraid to touch...but I guess I am...but...but..
...But, we are all a big ol' blog family (sort of).
I hope things are well, even better than well.
Things here, at the house, are tenacious, and stay mostly so...sometimes fun, sometimes unfun. I marvel at life, regardless. I am eternally stubborn.
Be well.
--Dan L.
10:01 PM
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