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I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, June 17, 2017

txting

It's almost afternoon and I haven't blogged yet.  I was txting with Mom.  Wishing for a father's day cry party.  I told her it's supposed to be 117 Wednesday.

She was like, What does that mean?  117 Wednesday.

I was like, degrees!

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