from Dear Wallace Dear Wallace, Fortunately, my kid was wrong when she said the squirrel is up in the tree, eating a raven. I take her very seriously as she is careful and it was like a sign of the end times. Of course, I don’t believe in end times. But I am pretty sure that I’m baking a ruined bread that’s not rising as I write this – a poor fungus in the envelope. It is a treat to be taken seriously. Beloveds so often dismiss one another. Boredom invents sex, then mothers.
Yes, I meant a hawk. *
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