lonely little space. I think of you often, with guilt and despair. Alas, the creativity muscle has not flexed, with the exception of pounding out grant applications one after the other these past two months or so.
We will think of Spring, as we should, as a rebirth of sorts. Where shall we go? On flights of fancy? Make this a little outpost of whimsy and distraction in the noisy space that is the Internet? It's worth the attempt.
I am not saying I will try. Yoda (great philosopher that he is) said 'Do or do not. There is no try.' So I resolve to do.
grammaw time and window slinging
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