Memories, Narrative, Observations, People, Reflection

The Sampler Platter

Most of my journal ideas have bungled together inside the queue in my mind since we finished sorting the olives. Here is my sampler-platter: I have to let my knuckles heal. The skin wore off of each middle-knuckle on Sunday while I was working the punching bag that hangs off the front porch rail, swinging… Continue reading The Sampler Platter

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