This Land is My Land. Period.

For Those Destined to Repeat the Past

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Too many thoughts, too little writing. This is a morning where I’ve faithfully executed my duty to get up in the dark and start writing down the bones. But the bones are hiding from me and I can’t seem to dig them out from wherever they are buried. Part of the work I guess. Sometimes a great notion will appear and sometimes I’ll be left rummaging…