HOW COULD I DO THAT?

Clarke Wallace
Nov 24, 2024
1 min read

Don’t ask me. During the week I think

of what might work for my Sunday blog.

A few paragraphs, or four, enough to write what

might be of interest.

With it done, reworked several times, I hit either

‘save’ or print it.

Today I hit whatever and it was gone. Gone, as they say, with

the wind.

My wife, Rosanne, tried desperately to find it

“It’s gone, Clarke,” she said. “Sorry.”

Her words were my worst nightmare.

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