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february. ɞ robins roosting in snow-bedecked bushes. ɞ red-breasted and puffy. ɞ  the sky a pearl-grey. ɞ spindly trees, stark and bare. ɞ flocks of Canada geese, resting in an open place. ɞ my little room, freshly cleaned. ɞ a candle lit on the dresser. ɞ sitting cross-legged on the floor. ɞ new laptop. ɞ the beginnings of a novel. ɞ chapter 1. ɞ evernote. ɞ seven beautiful softcover books. ɞ successful library hull. ɞ working through them slowly, in my brief spare moments. ɞ donning my red apron each evening. ɞ scrambling  with food-laden trays. ɞ full bellies make happy customers. ɞ a mason jar, packed tight with one dollar bills. ɞ tips saved for future adventures. ɞ a new dog-bed for Belle. ɞ pink, to match my room. ɞ beside me, a novel. ɞ "The Woods Edge." ɞ better than I expected. ɞ reading more, one of my "resolutions." ɞ can you tell? ɞ re-kindling my creative juices. ɞ books and writing are my passions. ɞ oh, and music. ɞ blasting pop-opera as I get ready in the morning. ɞ  cheesy, maybe. ɞ but i've never claimed to be "normal." ɞ  turning 25 in three days. ɞ a reality i haven't quite grasped. ɞ  spring around the corner. ɞ beautiful, crazy life.