I took a short ride today, following the trail to a city park by a creek.Gusty wind blowing pollen around. Watery eyes as a result.
I found a kiosk with lots of posters. Someone has a sense of humor, but also wants us to follow the rules.
Maybe I can remember one or two of those.
Frieda and I prefer this method, though:
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Author: thedamari
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
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