14 September 2020
Day twenty-five of my fifty days. What to write about to celebrate this auspicious moment? Being a great-aunt, the mystery of dust, the sudden shaft of western sun falling on the house across the street? Or maybe it’s time to consider the fast-approaching milestone of one million deaths due to
Kathy Prokhovnik 
There must be a Greek word for that device. Well deployed!
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Ha ha! Let me know if you ever find out what it is!!
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It would be easier if Marcel had done a few 50-words-a-day exercises!
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But you would have finished long ago in that case! And not had this constant presence in your life for however long!
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