The above (which hangs in my very own living room) is by her and serves as today's ode to the fancy-free love of a new season. I'm fit as a fiddle, clothed in the sunshine of my backyard slice, listening to and loving: these, this and that.
(oh, and if it strikes you to do so, check out fourhatspress.com, watching out for my website-to-be.)
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I love how you write, and I love to, too. The thing is, there is no point in writing when no one reads it.
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