Friday, September 5, 2025

My Studio

I once owned a plot of ground, with this wood cabin on it -- between a perennial river and a seasonal river. I wanted to make it my writing studio. Oy vey. Thieves broke the lock -- they plundered it -- they stole the windows -- stole the door -- stole the roof -- stole the walls. There was nothing left of my dream.

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