Huckleberry Friend

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C-rack! the falling acorns strike the rooftop like bullets, one every minute or so. When it’s windy, semi-automatic nut-fire makes my HSD (Highly Sensitive Dog) duck under the nearest chair. The oak’s offerings inform me to make like a squirrel and get busy. It’s a call to arms: Write harder, truer, bigger. Autumn makes me …

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