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Rodents in the attic, even inside my attic-less head.

February 7, 2017February 15, 2017 / alvinchardon / Leave a comment

Those pesky mice tumbled a stack of books inside my head, and in the top one Lord Byron said, “Love will find the way through paths where wolves fear to prey.”

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