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Sometimes lives get busy.  The web we weave of wants that point to whatever is next makes us busy, busier, busiest.  It is so – even with bloggers – just as it is with normal people.  At last count, this cigar box holds about seventy-five stories, musings, ponderings or essays.  Life has become busy for us – so there will be a hiatus in new posts.  Look for them to return in the fall when life mirrors that mellow season.  At summer's end being busy will give way to building new webs of plans to make some future month or year busier again.  I, too, have made plans.  Among the most important is to re-open the cigar box before all the leaves of autumn have fallen and the branches have become bare.

Take care.

--td

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