You are listening to a Clarksville magazine podcast with your host and narrator, Kate Baker.

Greetings, Clarksville citizens. I hope this podcast finds you well.

Welcome to October 2023, issue 205.

So tell me, is this your first story here at Clarksville, or is it close to a thousand,

or maybe somewhere in the middle? Whether it's your first, or you've been here a while,

I want to thank you for coming by and showing your support.

If you'd like to contribute financially to the magazine, as Amazon has completely screwed up

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ClarksWorld. Your support matters so greatly to us. We depend on it to put out these magazines

each and every month. So our first story is titled possibly just about a couch and is by Suzanne

Palmer. And I know that if you have been here for a while, you know all about Suzanne Palmer.

Suzanne Palmer has brought you stories to sail beyond the botnets, the sadness box,

spots in the lost arc, Dave's head and the painter of trees. Suzanne is a writer and occasional

artist who lives in Western Massachusetts with too many two and four-legged creatures and a new

gray couch because her Irish wolf found Tolkien acting in his capacity of an agent of chaos and

entropy eight the last one. So my dear listener, I hope you can sit back relax and let me tell you

a story. The universe begins. It has barely begun to stretch out and wiggle its toes into the void,

having just settled the primary matter of whether it will be one of positrons or electrons.

Electrons winds out this time, though only by a hair when the couch appears.

Probably this couch is a metaphor, though those have not yet formally been invented. If by

invented, you mean named, though those are not the same thing at all. Energy spins to matter,

matter spins to dust, dust spins, coalesces, and should probably cling to the nascent bright

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