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Barely barreled through the pages this morning, then did the home things in earnest, carrying around for books to hold or turn back in early. Then we stopped by the spot for our usual on the way to our reading about the Great War (shout-out to Hochschild), crawled past the lake and made it home.

A small eight pound back cat sits on my lap with her front left paw extended atop a light grey duvet.




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