June 10.
The geese have called me out. Twenty two in all. There are four who stay close, one with a broken leg. It is a female and she eats from my hand. Some mornings when I am too tired to get up at dawn I hear them fly away but their calls were insistent today. She is hungry I know. When I feel left out of the world in some way- this week another rejection for my book- I am called back to it. I am done with invisible people deciding things for me about my work. Using my one and only favorite Bushism I say, I am the decider- that is why I am here. On this blog, at its beginning.
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