It's difficult to write, and there's so much I need to get out. I've been not writing for weeks as I think about writing, dream about writing, flex my fingers and wrists, sit down to the keyboard, and...nothing.
It will come, with quiet coaxing.
I will be patient.
Until then:
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| drinking coffee from my granddaddy's mug, on my granddaddy's kitchen table, remembering him and my grammy. |
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| drawing stuff to stitch, maybe. |
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| sewing on my mom's vintage 1930's singer. |
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| quilt block #2 for an online bee |
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| quilt block #1 for an online bee |
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| Z raps, Mags is a blur, and Eliot observes from the bean bag. |
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