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I gave Lynda her wedding shawl yesterday. She seemed to like it. Monday is going to be our last lesson. I have known her since I was eleven years old. She predates everyone who reads this journal, and it's going to be strange to see her walk out of my house for the last time. She gave me a voice.
I'm at work right now. I was just writing a story about a superhero's girlfriend, and I started reading a joint biography of Elizabeth I and Mary, Queen of Scots. "Cousins, Rivals, Queens." The radio is playing, "Save The Last Dance For Me." I wish I had someone to rhumba with.
Staring at a wall of Debbie Bliss Cashmerino. I'm going to make this blog friends only within the next week or so.