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Woodland Cawdor.

"Amor, for a secret
we plod in a morass."

--Satire: Veritas

"In a plot twist only Barbara Cartland could have foreseen, the pair of emotionally fragile billionaires who for the last six months have been staying up too late together have fallen out."

"Today's erasure poem from the Diary of Samuel Pepys:

all alone in a chest
I found a fine ship

the war has little boys
in fear of death

but hope is old and thin
a light in a well"

--@davebota.bsky.social

ICE in Chicago.