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Looking out my Backdoor: The horse sat on my chest

Let’s start with the back story. Way Back.

Last year, because of the pandemic, I took my travel money and gutted my bodega which was a mishmash of shelves cobbled together from scrap wood. Shoved in rather randomly were what I call man tools and that which I didn’t want stored in the house. It was a mess, but needs must.

Once my bodega transformed into my guest bedroom, I kept imagining how nice it would be to have a bathroom alongside my bedroom. In back and along the outer side of the bodega runs a hallway which I call a tunnel. One afternoon while sitting on the patio, I noticed...

 

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