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What a St. Patrick's Day...
My senior seminar class for creative writing is held in a small library, and today a student asked to be allowed to stay there and read during the session. At the end, he asked, "What is this class," and we told him. Then he asked, "Can I come back and attend the class? It's so interesting!"
Yes, of course, we said. He won't get any course credit, but that didn't seem to matter.
Bless you, Andre - a moment like that can keep a teacher going for years. Better energy than uranium.
Then...
The first shipment of Blood Clay arrived....
Then...
I saw a flock of cedar waxwings down the street, wonderful to run into these nomads, so quickly present and gone, so quiet in their discussions as they fed.

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