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(A rough, messy account of an actual event, occurring April 22, 2021) The last thing I should be doing at 9:00 p.m. is starting to build a nightstand. But here I am, all the pieces dumped out onto the floor. Dust tickles my nose and flakes of Styrofoam speckle the carpet. It’s not like IContinue reading “Ruminations on Writing Through Discontent or Building a Nightstand”