Pal of nutrias. Brothers and sisters, Rhododendron Garden. Hot grandma from The British Isles, orange blouse, faded blue jeans. – “Members of the otters?” Nah, that’s a nutria, your highness —- N-u- t-r-i-a. Back to Woodstock and Country Joe, that kid so recently exiting the planet – “What’s that spell?”
Lately I’ve been sailing through episodes of ‘Grim’ – probably a Portland thing. And wandering these flower-covered streets.
“I’ve been out walking. I don’t do too much talking these days. These days.” — Jackson Browne
from a mountain bench 
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