A Naked Writer’s Life

Prairie Winter It’s cold outside, a blue cold tinged with steel gray chiseled clouds. It’s time for a cup of coffee while planning what’s next. My grandson is off to classes and I have the house to myself, a quiet house where the only sound I hear is from the central heating as a fan…

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