Still cold, but almost March.
Still, we are warm enough.
I keep moving her from place to place in my mind.
But really, she is still her own season, her own place.
Probably I will not be here on the blog much in March. We'll see.
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Still cold, but almost March.
Still, we are warm enough.
I keep moving her from place to place in my mind.
But really, she is still her own season, her own place.
Probably I will not be here on the blog much in March. We'll see.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung