Is it spring yet? … I hope my writing isn’t like this in Macbeth, “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” … Travels with Charley has a scene where John Steinbeck camps overnight near Alice, ND … My pen is a conduit of thought … One fella I know learned just how fast he could run when chased by a bull … Our chair originally sat in the Sheldon bank … At one time the holes in our jeans were honestly earned … Warmer temps on the way … I’ve found the less I do, the less I can do …
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