A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Forty-Five

I am in Ohio, at last.  It feels like a lot longer than just a day or so, but Melissa only left on Sunday evening, and it is only Tuesday.  Still, I am haunted that I did not make it in time to be there with Anne before she passed.  It is only a day or two, but the difference between having made it not is immense.

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