My campsite has become a meetingplace for birds with ugly calls. I'm surrounded by grackles and catbirds. Every now and then a cardinal manages a few musical notes but is quickly drowned out by the painful squaks of the regulars.
Invited the retired couple in the next campsite over for a fire; he, a commercial artist and she, a banker, from Michigan. the only liberals I've met so far.
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hi jordan,
i've been reading your stories.
did you know that you left your antique one of a kind diane schapira bowl at our house? i'm going to put it in a safe place (on top of the kitchen cabinets) until i can return it to you.
it's cold and rainy/icy here.
i loved seeing you.
love, diane
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