Month: September 2019

How fragile life is.

I was walking up the hill on Mayfield Road between Little Italy and Coventry Village during the 11:00 hour this morning, when I encountered a squirrel along my path. I spoke to her teasingly as I often do with squirrels: “Whatcha doing? Getting into mischief, no doubt.” She looked at me and then suddenly ran …

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