The Lark
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The Lark

Lost at Sea

And saved on the streets

Photo credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert

It was a bit tiresome waiting for them to be done in the kitchen. When he first moved in they said he could use it at 8:00 p.m. After they had cooked their dinner and cleaned up. It seemed somewhat reasonable. But the time had extended, and now it was often 9:30 before they loaded their last dishes in the dishwasher and headed for their bedroom or the living room. He has suggested in the past that…

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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