Well, it’s still pouring outside so the plan remains a plan, and now I sit here watching a skunk feast on the remains of last night’s corn cobs. It’s a little unsettling to have him right outside the sliding door with nothing between us but a window. I had expected a raccoon, actually. The raccoon.
Always two there are. No more, no less. A master… and an apprentice.
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