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November 3, 2011

Wind gathers and blusters
Cold rain falls just so
Gutters gurgle with their catch
The bones of this house creak
like an old man’s
Here under the covers I am
loving the mood of it
anticipating a wet walk
cakes in the oven
a pot of tea
the (imaginary) fireplace ablaze.
A writer’s day if ever there was one.

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