My morning has started in the usual way; no surprises at all. Coffee in hand and browsing the RSS feeds. The cat is back in, her ears have been scratched and the fire has been fed. It’s chilly out there. And last, I opened up my journal for today’s entry.
That was when I remembered yesterday’s poetry selection from the Writer’s Almanac. A poem written for me.
Now, what goes in my journal today? A fishhook or a marble?
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