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The shape of daily life.

Doing:

* Writing, writing, writing, writing. In my sleep I dream of keystrokes and perfect endings.
* Eating freshly made biscuits, panchetta, and eggs with DH and Bean. Listening to jazz and sipping a cappuccino. A perfect morning.
* Mourning the loss of my two last hens: the weasel came back. My father in law shot him, and […]