Right now, January 15, 2008 in Chicago, IL it is 25 degrees, but feels like 20. Living on the shores of Lake Michigan, it looks like a frigid hinterland outside the door.
In preparation for the new (and last) semester at college, I've been cleaning and organizing my computer files. I've never asked, but I'm hoping that I'm not the only writer who has 3 and 4 rewrites of the same piece.
During this exploratory operation, I discover a piece from the dog days of last summer that only too well typifies the schizophrenia of people. We ALWAYS want what we don't have--regardless. inspired poetry Alaska Heat
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