I'm still somewhat bemused by our encounter last night. There I sat on my scooter, map in hand, likely with a befuddled look upon my face* and you came toward me - smiling, pulling your ear buds from your ears - your hazel/green eyes alight with amusement, as if we were friends - good friends: and you’d come upon me (“silly Kit” the affectionate
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(and thanks). :)
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I actually haven't written for a long time - I used to - every day, nearly, but six years ago I went into a deep depression and though I eventually recovered - it was such a remarkably ... eventful... experience that I came out of it changed. I had to re-invent myself, and writing - at least this kind of writing - was something that was left behind.
Perhaps I'll take it up again some time, but between life and quilting, there isn't time for anything else. :)
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