By Glenda | March 8, 2009

What We Assume

It wasn’t the raccoon, as I thought. It was the old black crow who turned over the cats’ metal bowls I had moved way out to the picnic table to escape the hissing ‘possom that otherwise terrorizes the kitchen doorway at night. Things are seldom what we assume. This morning I walked in stars, millions […]

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