Cedar thought of Steinbeck’s sadly beautiful ending; George lifting the pistol from his jacket, speaking softly as Lennie looked out to the river, soft rabbits hopping in his mind.

So many things we would like to go one way, so easily go another.

Chapter Eleven of Juncture is up. I see more and more folks checking in. Thank you so very much.

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