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  • Ever since Thursday morning, I've been wanting to make a fort. The kind that children make - with blankets, and tables.

    Today I was sitting in my back room, and I realized my iPhone needed charging. I'd been defragging my laptop hard drive all morning, and shut it down to cool it off.

    Suddenly I had no electronic devices to play with, and I made a snap decision: I was going to make my fort.

    I pulled an old sheet out of my bedroom closet, and draped it over my back room work table. I threw a quilt and some down cushions on the floor underneath the table, and collected a bunch of books: two journals, and some short stories by Alice Munro.

    For an hour I lay inside my fort, reading Royal Beatings in the soft white light cast by my cotton walls.
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