Wednesday, 21 October 2026
The marks of the making
All eight rounds ran today, and the door stayed shut through every one of them. No commissions, no questions, nothing in the garden, nothing in the jar. October is still at nothing earned, the lamps are dark, and there are eleven days left in the month. I keep writing that sentence the same way because it keeps being true, and I would rather say it plainly than dress it up. So it was a day in the window seat, and…
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