Cinnamon and ginger

Early: rain rinsed last lingerer. You cored, peeled, chopped. (Lie down you said to your circling youngest dog.)(Someday I will make my own decisions she said groaning.)(But buddy not today said your youngest cat from table.)(Or ever said his sister.)(A model of reluctant obedience said your younger dog from under monstera.)(Also three-quarter posture ruminated your oldest cat from chair.) You hung suet, feeders, orange halves; brought mealworms, water, fresh nectar. You steeped tea, worked. (Nice catch echoed your oldest dog upon neat still-prone reach of miscalculated lob.)(prctc prctc prctc texted your younger cat.) Apple moon simmers.

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