When I walk past a stock-still hare, trying desperately to blend into the spring browns, especially if they're wearing some of their white winter coat, I make a point of saying to no one in particular, "No hare about today. Can't see a single one."
Rides ampersands downhill, sled-style, without the brakes. #Poet. Tech worker. Occasional #gamer. #sailor. Crafty in that #knit #crochet #tat way. I'm sometimes in Calgary; sometimes in St. John's. She/her.
My posts evaporate. C'est la vie!
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