Chronicled Memories

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  • The Fence Post and I

    The Fence Post and I

    Awakening to the frenzied sounds of the Adirondack wildlife, I found myself mumbling in a state of irritable restlessness. My consciousness resisted the temptation but even blanketing my head under the comforter provided no useful benefit in stifling Spring’s orchestrated auditory assault. I was doomed to arise fully against my will. As I tumbled out Continue reading

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