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2018-09-14 - 7:12 p.m.
pro aris et focis
we return home just as high summer begins its slide into autumn, falling into bed on a hot night to the chirp and drone of august's insect chorus. now, some maple leaves are beginning to blush and catch fire at the edges. my brother comes up to visit for a few days - here and gone. we will see him again in november. in the meantime, there are all the little chores we do to stop the world from falling apart.
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reading: a backlog of new yorkers.
listening to: always and forever the taiko drums. it is the baby's purpose and passion.
working on: gluing the driveway back together. melting the caulk into the cracks with a heat gun is wonderfully satisfying.
in the garden: woolly bears are marching around, and the baby insists they are all for him. they were my favorite caterpillars, too, when i was very small.
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