Spring Thaw
A FEUILLETON (pretentious word for “short piece I cranked out before my second cup”)
It’s not exactly warm out, but I opened my front door and it felt like a spring thaw, to my unthawed face. Thus, spring cleaning is in order.
And nothing feels more like spring to me than the seasonal culling of frenetic chitchat podcasts. I’m like Pippi Longstocking, on the top rungs of a ladder, tossing the refuse into a ground level discard pile, a…
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