As I write this, I’m sitting at my dining room table. It’s dark in the room because I only have some candles flickering and it’s raining outside. The sliding door to the patio is slid open halfway, both so I can hear the rain hit the wood, the trees, and the white flowering bush that droops right on the other side of the…
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