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yes bruce was the best
and then it was midsummer. the best midsummer ever. dancing, wine, music, swiming in lakes, more wine, food, dear dear friends, lauging and singing in two in the morning, springsteen slides across the dance floor with B.
mum had her birthday and love her and my family
picnic with my sister
the best sunday with K. movies, sunbathing, tea
now workworkwork and writing again. But I'm scared. what if I have lost the words and come empty as a bottle of an alcoholic to London and the writing classes. i feel all the words and stories inside of me but I have a hard time getting them on paper.
tomorrow seven hours of word, five on saturday and ten on sunday. yeah and I have had all week already.