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Down on Jollity Farm, giant plastic chickens guarded the front door, lavender bushes lined the path, wilted pink roses spilled out of vases in the dining room, casting petals on paneled wood floors, old copies of House and Garden piled on tables next to silver-framed photos of horses and dogs, or people with horses and dogs. Smells of lamb roasting in rosemary, sweet honeysuckle, and dogs filled the house.

From Nirvana to Nightmare: When a Writing Idyll Goes Wrong
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Annie Forbes Cooper

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Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD

Written by Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD

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Top Know Nothing Writer with way too many degrees who enjoys musing on life's absurdity.

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