In which I express my bright and shiny gratitude . . .
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A new day, a new dawn
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In which I express my bright and shiny gratitude . . .
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Grey January skies bustle around The Garret. Damp and salty wind agitates bare-branched trees. The sea tumbles the shingle in one long rush of foam. Winter here is a time for wrapping up warm and pondering . . . Continue reading