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I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, November 09, 2014

words

I'm at 8795 words on my chunk of prose for National Novel Writing Month, well behind.  But it's good to write a lot every morning. 

Yesterday we had lunch with a friend.  We brought over the vegan dal makhani I'd made the day before.  We brought over hot rice and some simple fruit salad.  I always like the grapes best.

Today we are having breakfast with friends and will go to the big farmers market under the freeway for more satsumas, I think.

Good morning.  I want to bless you today, though is there power vested in me?  Bless you.

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