About a Chaffinch


I was strolling barefoot through the garden
Thinking about what to write to you this week
When I came upon a fallen chaffinch,
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Hey, I’m Sorry About It


I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about it, you know? I’d really like to read your blog. But I never seem to find the time. Continue reading

About My Mother


I don’t like my mother. I love her, but I don’t like the person she has become. I often think that my life would be better if I lived at a careful distance from her, if I didn’t see her every day.
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