I was on one of those “funny tweets of the day” threads and someone with the handle, @bookishseawitch (the moon’s wife) posted, “Why don’t you sit still for a moment and imagine that you are simply a little goose coasting not he breeze behind your friends, on your way home to eat clover & honk at strangers & commit goose crimes,” and honestly, all I can think about now is how much I want to be a goose.

Natasha Deen author
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