יהודה

Five crows sit, watching me count. Twenty-nine, and twenty-nine again. I’ve become obsessed with the missing piece. Does it matter? Twenty-nine will have to be enough. Surely the potter can want no more than that for my lonely corner of his field.

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Vigilance

Sit down, Jackie-me-lad.  We’ve eaten, and I’ve whiskey enough.  I know you’ve no family on the base, but Mrs. Wesson felt called to discuss the matter with me so I’ll be your Irish uncle today, never you mind that you’re dating my daughter.  I hear Sam’s to apologize for speaking so, and that’s well and good.  It’s the thing he won’t speak of that I’ll tell you tonight. Continue reading

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