So it has been cool but clear for the past week or so, and with the mild weather, great clouds of tree-fluff have been sailing on the wind past my workplace window. These are the seeds of the cottonwood and poplar trees along the Mercer Slough, which have been floating on the breeze and piling up every nook and cranny, looking for all the world like blond frost.
But from my office, watching them float on the gentle breeze, it is like working in a snow globe.
No one says “full point.” Full stop. - First, let’s go back to 2014 or thereabouts, when I first bought my copy of the New Oxford Style Manual. I’d taken on a couple of English clients, and I wa...
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