Howling. That was the sound of the wind on a recent cloudy Saturday. With Jack on my lap (dog), I settled in to my couch to watch a documentary. My red notebook at my side, it always is. The anxiousness I get when I have a thought with no place to document it is real. Thoughts come fast and leave even quicker, time is of the essence with the way m…
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