Month: January 2019
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Life imitating art
Sunday is trash night at Mosquito Hill. As I was loading the cans into the truck this evening, an old friend texted me. Sometimes when life imitates art it is beautiful. Often it’s poetic. I’m not enjoying tonight’s poetry. https://notesfrommosquitohill.com/2009/10/knowing.html Different truck. No stars tonight. Same feeling of dread. Thoughts and prayers for whatever they […]
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Coffee Shop
I have a favorite local coffee shop. It’s an odd little place located at the edge of a river. You have to drive through a marina to get there, and you often have to compete with trailers and grounded cabin cruisers for parking. I would come here more often, but their hours of operation coincide […]
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