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Honk, Honk

It's been awhile since I last posted. Though enjoying the many simple pleasures of daily life, I have felt world weary and reluctant to add one more voice, even a well intentioned one, to the online conversation.

Yet, here I am once again - with my cat curled on my lap, acting as my mews - tapping away on a keyboard. In silence, there is pleasure and relief in leaving words behind, and then there is the pleasure and release of crafting sentences out of words, attempting to express something soul-edible.

Earlier this morning an enormous flock of geese honked its way overhead, heading back to the local lake that only winter-freezes around its edge, thanks to a nearby heating plant. I smile remembering, because it seems that typing these words comes from the same impetus as their honking.

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