On the Second House
In which we consider the substance of life
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I’m finding it nearly impossible to write. I knew this would happen, when we moved. My writing schedule is predicated on impulse and the constant rearrangement of words and sentences in my head when I’m on the go, sure. Here are a few stray phrases that come to me during the latest potty-training accident; here is something like a thesis appearing along…