They wanted to have their dogs blessed, so they went to the blessing of the animals. It was a cold day in early October, and the sun shone down on the beasts and their humans gathered at the foot of the wide stone steps of the cathedral. Their dogs, one silky brown and black and … Continue reading All creatures great and small
“If you could assign colors to the days of the week, what color would you assign Tuesday?” This is an odd question. It implies that you – anyone – have a choice in Tuesday’s color, when in fact you don’t. At least, in your world you don’t. Tuesday comes with its own color, as do … Continue reading In answer to a question posed by Padgett Powell in his book of many questions
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