Thinking like a push broom—or a leaf blower
Thinking like a push broom—or a leaf blower Jane and I are not engaged in conversation at the moment. We spoke some twenty minutes ago, before I came into the backyard, went to the garden shed, and got the black-moustached push broom that I now push. We are mellow, intimately connected—enjoying our crisp autumn straightening-up […]
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