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Not in any way a last resort

Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading

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