I found my way back
eventually.
A friend asked what this season-autumn does for writer's writing and reader's reading...
I am compulsively collecting books and writing snippets like a squirrel with acorns storing them away and hiding them places I'm not sure I'll find them again. A little here and there, playing the odds, so which ever book I open or journal I read I will find something about nature or my babies or magic and these are the things that will fill me up during the long night of winter.
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