Turning toward the morning
My poem "Soli Invicto" has been accepted by Goblin Fruit. As this is the last day of National Poetry Month, I shall consider it seasonally appropriate—the only thing better would have been a letter in catkin haiku, or something.
I am now off to pick up sunshine, of which there is an abundant quantity on the streets.
I am now off to pick up sunshine, of which there is an abundant quantity on the streets.

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p.s. Another baby sheep arrived. Come see!
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Thank you!
Another baby sheep arrived.
Also black and classical?
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