Saturday morning, I'm nibbling on what I've written at 11:30 last night and now in a blanket drapped over me, I'm calmly sitting at the computer again. Wow! things are settling down with the story Ivry's still sleeping. For some reason, I feel back in my room (Old room) at Westbeth, the snow falling and I'm being warmed by the simple act of writing
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