In this environment, I'm less caustic and less likely to attract critics. There are entanglements out there though, of the bramble kind, and distractions in the form of clouds of thoughtfulness that descend when the cadence of bird-call and zephyrs in the foliage overwhelms. This has been a marvelous summer for being in the green.
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Channeling James Joyce? Wish I'd thought of that.
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