The following image is cribbed from the FB page of a local author whose short reminiscences of her horrific but probably not unusual childhood I am now rewriting. I am putting this work in place of three other jobs I'd rather not be doing just at this moment.
In all honesty, I'm just killing time until I return to some self-prescribed catch-up sleep. The new year starts . . . mañana.
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