I have been blessed with a mole.
I know, I know, but try not to be too jealous.
Tell us more! You shriek from behind your phone or tablet or laptop or wherever you read this newsletter from. Tell us more about the mole! Another voice bellows. We need deets!
Give me a second would ya?! I’ve barely settled into my studded leather wingback storytelling chair by the fireside for goodness sake.
Right. Where was I?
The Mole (capital T, capital M) sits, minding its own business (aside from pullulating the occasional hair) just above my jawline on the left hand side of my face. As an incredibly generous guess, I would judge it to be 3.5mm in diameter, absolute MAX. Not a notable feature by any stretch. I am so indifferent to this small embellishment, most days it goes unnoticed.
AND YET (capital A,N,D,Y,E,T) Over the course of my lifetime, I have had the following mole-based encounters;
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