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html import

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Open Graph

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Behind The Curtain

description

I think, I write, I think I'm right.

image

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author

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raw text

Behind The Curtain | I think, I write, I think I'm right. Behind The Curtain I think, I write, I think I'm right. Skip to content About Home ← Older posts Should I tell? Posted on January 8, 2021 by Bacon Pro The snow is piling up. Every day it snows. I open my door to the outside world. It’s a peculiar world at a peculiar time. What is going on out there? I take a look at the yard. A bird is peeking in at me. “Hello bird.” I say. The bird doesn’t answer back. The birds flutters down onto a small mound of snow. Just a little pile from clearing the sidewalk. He pecks at the snow. “What is he pecking at?” Peck Peck Then as he flies away, I see it. It comes into view. Just as I’m following the birds flight. His wings a blur. Flapping so quickly I can’t even see his wings. There, in front of the post office. A giant mountain of snow. Blocking the only access to the building. Are we supposed to tunnel in? This was a favorite pastime of my...

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