I am on a writing retreat. Yesterday I packed my belongings and my anxiety and drove to this teensy cottage with a compost toilet in the garden and no running water.
I unpacked and sat on the tiny sofa, suddenly bereft. I missed Kaspa. I missed the dogs. I missed our big television. I couldn’…
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