Today is a day that marks at least two occasions. The happier of the two is that today makes two consecutive years of daily publication in this webspace. The sadder is that it is the thirty-first anniversary of my grandfather's death. It's something I've often heard referenced as the end of family cohesion and lamented therefore, but I do not remember it. (That's also been lamented, and more than once.)
I've not much to say today other than that. No poem will proceed hence, no essay of varying length and middling quality will follow. The marker is enough...for today. Tomorrow is a different thing altogether.
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