sweet, quiet summer days basking in ridgeline sun... bitter cold afternoons with pruned hands in clay...mornings with vivaldi and tea... cranky diatribes on the irritation of the moment...welcome to my world. welcome to future 26.
It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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