a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Oh streets of Woodstock how I have warmed towards you all, despite my initial fears and consternation.
And how your streets have warmed to me, in return: your homeless, gap-toothed, threadbared and down-to-earth are all kind, after wary.
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