Of being on the tail end of the viral plague.
Of being in the wrong place at the right time.
Of skipped naps and forced smiles.
Of long weekends with lots to do but little patience.
Of returning to routine, even if you're flying by the seat of your pants to get back there.
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You should know the dialogue is never one way. I love stopping by here, even if I can't do it as much as I'd like to.
Your writing - and photography - remain inspiring.
Ha! Thank you, Liz.
Again you are are correct. I should have said monologue. ... Sometimes, especially when I read Internet newspaper comments, I yearn for the silence.
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