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Sold a poem to the next issue of Eye to the Telescope: infection. I don't really write about infection, per se, but I found something to say that apparently was close enough. Also, I have a poem in the current issue on sports and games. That is something I hardly ever write about either. Maybe I am more versatile than I used to be.

Our hall from the garden this morning: two tomatoes, four cucumbers, about a dozen yard long beans (really more like 18 inches long), and five banana peppers.