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July 15, 2010

 

I would have no fear of being lost in this forest.

a GPS backtrack built into my notebook?

no cell phone

no internet

no email or facebook to distract me

 

no house to clean

no laundry to fold

no rooms to paint

or pictures to hang

or closets to organize

or furniture to arrange

a maintenance-free place

for me to take care

of only me

and write.

 

I need to memorize more poetry:

The Red Wheelbarrow;

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening;

a few by Maya Angelou;

some Emily Dickinson perhaps –

something more profound than Fame is a Bee…