Thursday, February 29, 2024

One Of Those Open Threads

 


The Walkin’ Duck 
(don't they fly?)



It seems appropriate to me on this day, the 29th of February in the highly unlikely sounding year of 2024, to celebrate the unusual.

How unique to find ourselves washed up on this shore. We blink. We gaze around. Do we see anything familiar?

Ah, the horizon looks about right! That’s a relief. The sky is still blue or gray. Maybe that’s about it.

Nevertheless, in change there is also opportunity! Shall we proceed?


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