My mom had a stroke part 38: An enlightened little ant.

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And just like that another week has passed, the air outside warmer, young leaves on all the trees, blooms crowding long branches. We’ve reached our third season together.

Spring.

Sometimes I feel like an ant trapped in amber, everything frozen still yet still moving ever so slowly. Toward what, I couldn’t tell you.

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Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

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Isa-Lee Wolf

Isa-Lee Wolf

Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

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