The issue is writing. The more I live the life, the less I write; the less I write, the more detached I feel, as if this part of me, the part that yearns to create, to make some sense of the world and my own gurgling response to it, is being pinched off like a bubble and will soon float away. Bye bye writing me.
you are so dear!!!!! i’m behind in my posting, my reading, my linking, but know i am sending BLOG LOVE = BLOVE!!!!
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