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Chapter 15 – Grandfather’s Glass
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Journal Entry 2026-03-16
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Chapter 14 – What Grows Slow
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Journal Entry 2026-03-15
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Cracked Drywall
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Chapter 13 – Millie and the Narrow Woods
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Chapter 12 – Sand Day
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Chapter 11 – Rainy Afternoon
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Chapter 10 – The Argument
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Chapter 09 – Dirt Under His Nails
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Guardian Angels
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Chapter 08 – Under Glass
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Chapter 07 – The Rainbow Wall
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Chapter 06 – Rain and the River
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Chapter 05 – The Door
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Chapter 04 – The Sound of the Workshop
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Chapter 03 – The Community Table
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Chapter 02 – The List
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Chapter 01 – Eight
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The Awakening
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Chapter 15 – Grandfather’s Glass
The wagon was already moving when Gerald got his second boot on the step. He grabbed the side rail and pulled himself up onto the bench. Tom did not slow down and did not look over. The reins sat loose in his left hand, his right holding a folded list against his thigh, and Barrel
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Journal Entry 2026-03-16
Yea! The outline for Gerald Glass is complete! Now book 2 can get underway! Update: Chapters 1 & 2 where written today! I’m all warm and fuzzy inside!
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Chapter 14 – What Grows Slow
The basil had leaves. Gerald crouched at the end of the row and looked at them. Two small lobes, pale green, each one no wider than his smallest fingernail. They stood on a stem so thin that a water drop would bend it flat against the soil. The lobes were spread open, turned toward the
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Journal Entry 2026-03-15
Wow. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I did anything with the website. Well today I hooked it up to Obsidian so I can post notes there and have them become blog entries on the site. I’ll also be posting some recent writing work I’ve been doing and a new series: The Life
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Cracked Drywall
The realtor said the house had good bones. She said this while standing in the kitchen, one hand on the laminate counter, the other gesturing at crown molding that had been painted over so many times it had lost its edges. She said it with the particular brightness of someone who’d been showing the same
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Chapter 13 – Millie and the Narrow Woods
Gerald was at the gate when Millie came across the yard. He had finished the morning circuit — chickens, woodbox, hall — and watered the basil row before Sable arrived. The soil was dark where he had poured. The greenhouse had held the night’s warmth in its panels and the air inside was thick and
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Chapter 12 – Sand Day
Pim woke him in the dark. Not with a shake or a call. Gerald opened his eyes to the sound of boots on the stairs — two careful steps, a pause, then the creak of his bedroom door swinging just wide enough for a voice to reach the bed. “Wagon in twenty minutes. Dress warm.”
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Chapter 11 – Rainy Afternoon
The rain came in sideways and stayed. It had started during the morning circuit — a scatter of drops on the greenhouse panels that thickened while Gerald poured, the sound growing from a tap to a drum to something that swallowed the dripping condensation and the creak of the stakes and everything else. By the
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Chapter 10 – The Argument
Gerald had been circling it for three days. Not the greenhouse. The greenhouse was where his body went every morning — through the heavy door that stuck on the humidity, across the flagstones to the barrel, can filled, circuit begun. His hands did what his hands had learned to do: pour close on the herbs,
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Chapter 09 – Dirt Under His Nails
Gerald’s basil row did not forgive quickly. Three mornings after the drowning, the replanted seeds had not shown. The soil was dark where he had turned it, darker than the beds on either side, and each morning Gerald knelt beside the row before the circuit, looking for the pale curve of a stem breaking the