"Fairy Moon" image by David Delamare, via Celtic Lady
The first month of the first year of the new decade passed me by swiftly, with nary a whisper of drama.
I refused to keep the Christmas crib, desperately hanging on to the last breath of the festive season past.
Poe agreed to a facelift to make way for my new workspace.
We rediscovered long board walks in ungodly hours.
We lost our precious Bunny love
I remain resolute, and all the more certain I was born to do this.
I still have my gag order.
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