Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
Carlo Collodi Author of Pinocchio
Snowing but pleasant.
Wood is done for another day. I don’t feel much like writing.
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