September 16, 2020
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Sept. 15, 2020 – Heather Speaks
The first chilly morning comes today, like a bell that cannot be unrung. 8 a.m., I wrap myself in a blanket and take my homemade espresso onto the back porch, still green with my box gardening. Both these hobbies are less than half a year old. Something to busy my hands. I also know the…