A thousand pardons but,
Ya, OK, sorry, but just really trying to remain focused on the Zora Neale Hurston/Domestic violence midterm paper. I’m almost there. But I even turned down an invite to dinner at The Earle last night, and that my friends is both a damn shame and some serious dedication to homework.
So no blogging for a little bit either.
God, that word, can’t someone come up with a better one?
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I still prefer "Shouting Down the Well."
Yup, better and The Dad (coiner of ) still hasn't even looked in this well yet.
We did however discover a cistern in the neighbors yard last week, well ok, I knew it was there but they didn't or forgot.
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