This morning in the dark forest, damp air settled in my lungs. It clung to my t-shirt. It soaked my brow. Then I got caught in a downpour. My t-shirt became a toddler, clinging.
I was delighted that my question got answered on the INK blog this morning. If all goes well, I should get a call from the library around 4PM that my book is here. Fingers crossed.
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