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This is another of those irritating tests.
But ProseBox passed it.
The editing window now expands as I type in it.
Yesterday it was stuck at two lines high.
So I’m glad it’s better.
We all have our little idiosyncrasies. Took me two tries to spell idiosyncrasies. Not bad, I didn’t think.

I’ve been looking at pictures of Saul Bellow. His four wives. His four children.

I’ve been reading clips of John McPhee. Scotland. Georgia. New Jersey.

I’ve been seeking truth. But not too hard.