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How we remember our births.

They told me it would all pass.

"Are you sure it was an ostrich?" asked the old policeman.

A Sprinkling of Conceited Genius

As Many Animals as You Can Imagine

Arcylic Frustrations

A trick of the light.

Watercolors are Fun

The Dogs Who Hate Mortar Practice

Somebody No Longer Owes Me an Apology

The Pen that Writes Under Whipped Cream

Sunday, Sunday...

Big Ending to the Week

Catch Me Up

Jumble-Thoughts

A Hidden Pathway

A horse named Scout

A Well Deserved Radishing

The Secret of Krelm

Another Secretly Wonderful day.

The Last Chance Continues.