Three young children fled from an ICE raid in Idaho and managed to reunite with their family.

"I didn't get caught," boy says

Ft Myers No Kings protest
#NOKINGS

Lower Decks is making my Casual Trek soul happy.

For this #IndependenceDay, I can think of no finer reading, no more important and relevant reminder, than the story The Soul of America by @annelouiseavery.bsky.social, which she has very kindly made free-to-read for everyone.
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The Little Girl was in her nightgown, sitting on the wide window seat of her bedroom, looking across the lawn to the silhouettes of the lime trees beyond. The birds were settling & the night air smelt of roses & orange blossom & the Turkish cigarette smoke of her mother & aunt on the terrace below.

For one week only, my new short story, "The Soul of America", is free to read on my patreon here: patreon.com/posts/123933....
A tale of hope midst the vast waves of despair engulfing us all, it follows a small rat on his way to America, who forges a new friendship in the dark hold of a steamship.

Cleaning out the fridge.
1/2- Old apple & dried cherry pies

I found some gentle guidance for re-finding our centre of gravity and keeping our balance in these relentlessly unbalanced times at #TheImperfectionist by @oliverburkeman.com.

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In a world of Elon Musk's who have everything - be a James Harrison who gave the one thing he had to save people. May he rest in an eternal cycle of cookies and milk provided by angels rubbing his feet and arms for comfort.
What a total Hero this man was!

Please subscribe, if you can! It's so difficult working at the moment with my treatments!

Wrote this so long ago.

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Imagine there’s no voting
It’s easy not to try
No hell below us
It’s right here and we’re why

Imagine us resisters
Livin’ for cosplay

Imagine no participation
It’s way too hard to do
We’ll bitch and protest later
And virtue signal, too

Imagine us resisters
Livin’ just to fleece
You-ou-ou-ou-ou

Five-and-twenty to four. A train creaked into the Halt. One passenger slowly alighted, a small weasel, singed ears, burnt paws bandaged, fur still white with ash. Old Fox was there to meet him, taking his single battered suitcase, helping with the step. My home, said the Weasel, my home.

The Dogs of 2024
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Bless you, Mr. President, and rest now. You were so much better than we deserved. 💔