She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
WellT T, firstly, you can keep that snow. Luckily here in my part of the UK we don't get much usually.
Now, I know you're hurting, but there is a little upside of not being able to work or do the normal stuff, and that is it should allow you a bit more creative time to do some writing, No?
It appears you haven't got your fix of Bond, but as you know, Sci the Spy is always lurking lol.
I do hope you and yours have a very merry Chrishtmas and a wonderful new year.
We had our first snowfall of the year here last night. The forecast was 'a coating to an inch' - and coating barely sufficed. it was weird to see the neighboring roofs painted white, but nothing on my back lawn except along the western fence line. It's all gone now, of course, but more's coming. Skinned knees and elbows are always problematic, since you use them to do almost everything, so there's little respite. Take care of yourself as best you can, and thank God for your live-at-home son.
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