I swung around the side of the barn and headed for the door — and there he was! Rebel! Waiting in the aisle for his post-holiday pedicure. I kind of squeaked, 'Hey!', and his ears went up, and his mane was a mess, and he let me give him a good scratch. I got a …
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I'm too embarrassd to check out when was the last time I checked in. But, here I am! Still not done with the memoire-based essay book proposal, gotta finish the second sample chapter [on falling; I believe I could write an entire book about that at this stage], and have been sort of hoarding words …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 