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How I spent my summer hiatus

How is it possible that seven weeks have zipped by since I last made notes in this column space?

I have, in fact, been gunning to sit down and tell you for the past three weeks all about what’s been happening in my neck of the woods. Yet somehow the critical time frame that I usually cordon off as writing space crumbled away again and again like a dry bran muffin while I was busy squeezing the last drops of juice out of my summer orange.

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