Saturday, April 25, 2020

The Low Road

Big A is cheating the puppies at play in this picture; I want the record to show that ðŸ˜Š. Also, despite a full day, it felt quite low. But also, I've been remembering Marge Piercy's poem, and plan to share it with the family tomorrow at dinner.

(In other news, birthday parties for KB and SS and a fougasse bake-along with PM and posse.)



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