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There’s something delicious about writing those first few words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here, where I belong.

— Beatrix Potter

I sit writing on my porch, lifting my eyes to watch the waterfowl fish in the channel and the coyotes frolic in the dunes as the rabbits outfox the condors, I so get this.

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