It's hard to get a place to take a nap on my own bed sometimes. You know where my quilt comes from, the blue one? It comes from way back when I lived at the Julian Hotel in Corvallis, a highrise low income slum, basically. I found that sleeping bag with flannel lining in the dumpster out back. I fished it out, washed it twice and I've had it ever since.
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My old gal Juno died suddenly yesterday. She'd been living in the cat yard and I didn't know she was struggling, although I did kno...
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