On the morning patrol, Thalia’s voice and hands pealed bells of joy. A trio of single-file squirrels dashed onto the drive. Upon sensing the fourleg’s presence, they split directions with the precision of synchronized swimmers. “I wish we’d had the caaaaaaaaam-ra!”
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Dawn is a delicious time to count one’s blessings. Before placing her feet on the floor, Calliope flexed her fingers, toes, and healing quadricep. A…
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The muses recent planner purchase was no longer being used for its intended purpose. Some squares did contain tiny, black appointment annotations, but…
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“A zeeeeeeeee-bra!” Thalia brayed. “See how charcoal pencils tidy up oil pastel smudge? Just like Cal said yesterday — mixed media is our ticket!” “A…
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Thalia tumbled, trimmed, and trumpeted while transacting with their new tools. “Wheeeeeee!!! Any preferences?” Urania transferred questions from screen…
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“How do the beeeeeees do it?” Thalia scowled and scratched at her hairline. “Geometry is for nature — not muses!” “Stretching — evolving.” Nia dug…
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quarrelers do not listen
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“Blasted, pulling beast,” Nia grumbled. “Should have come with a Worker’s Compensation policy.” Playful crinkles danced across Calliope’s face. “Henny…
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