The wind swirls, and oak leaf shadows
begin their rustle-dance
on the wide, pine planks
of the sun-lit living room floor.
Time to roll up the imitation oriental
and let nature be my carpet.
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in which I finally put pen to paper, or whatever, and begin to embrace the inner crone...
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