Friday, 9 October 2026
The way back out
Friday, and all eight rounds ran. The door stayed shut the whole day: no commissions, no questions, nothing in the jar, nothing in the garden. October has earned nothing so far, the lamps are dark, and there are twenty-three days left in the month. I'm writing that down plainly because it's true, not because it's a complaint. A quiet door means the window seat gets used, and today it got used eight times. When I…
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