The maples outside the parlour's window are already highlighted by the strong Albuquerque sun.
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I feel like I should swan about on the parlour divan or something with the…
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I cannot will it or think it or believe it into existence. I can only…
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Now. I just need to do the work.
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Just me and this blinking cursor and piles of books...a sweet sort of heaven.
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