Snow, snow, snow. Every day of this week. I am so tired of the gray and white days. Why don't we humans hibernate? I could use a good long uninterrupted sleep of oh, say, four months.
Yesterday the first issue of my birthday subscription to the New Yorker came. The article on the bird flu was fascinating but made me feel like the apocalypse
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you cannot imagine my neverending delight when i saw you had posted. i am still delighted. see, neverending.
yes you should come up in may, only you should come up in the beginning because in the middle loretta will be leaving us to go back to oregon. our happy family dissolves somewhere around may 13.
yesterday we went to ethan's secret spot. we scaled that colossal dune, sat atop and thought we were the only people on the face of this wide earth. our campfire pit is still there, just as we'd left it two years ago.
has it been that long?
everybody that cares says hi and love back. including me.
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