I've got some juice to spare today. C'mon over, I'll share.(smile)
I send you a spritz.
Gets like that sometimes.
I look forward to seeing you back, even if it should be at a reduced rate. Happy refueling.
Dear Ms Morris,First, a thank you for your imagery—both verbal and visual; it makes me smile inside. Then to share a wonderfully odd bit of Web whimsy: from halfway around the globe, you led me to Postal Poetry, located in the very Seattle suburb where I worked (and walked, photographing on my lunchbreaks) for a number of years before retirement.Thank you!
I am so nearly there with you, Jean - and then suddenly I am back up and writing again and again. Am holding you in my thoughts.
To come to your site helps, an interpenetration of melancholia and beauty, exactly what I'm feeling (projection huh) and expressing the deep depression in my son, that I still see in his eyes, and here I find kindred, understanding, yes, acceptance, compassion. Thank you, Jean. Bless you.If you're on Twitter, how can I find you there?
We can wait...
The world turns swiftly. May juice return.
Thinking of you.
Also thinking of you. Soldiering on.
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