Tonight is the first time in a long time I almost forgot to post. It’s one of those periods where I feel stretched by daily writing. If it were earlier in the project, I’d be asking, why am I even doing this? By now I’m far enough along to know.
The weather finally broke. Dry air, open windows, an evening chill. We ate fried clams for dinner. And Isabella went round and round on the carousel.
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