repository for the occasional perambulatory rumination

it seems to me today that i do more than a little whining here, and i don’t really know why that is. maybe my writing digits seem enamored with the notion that to write something serious and touching and insightful means, well, it just sometimes comes out rather whiney. petulant. mealy mouthed, that’s all.

and i need to cut that out - stop it - cause i tell you what: my field may be a touch on the overgrown side (some days more than others) and there may be the occasional fence that must be dealt with but that’s no reason to overlook, to slight, to ignore the outbursts of laughing daisies.

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