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of Faustina the Elder for putting an end to my holiday. The plan was to meet my deadline, which I did on Monday, and then spend the rest of the summer reading whatever the heck I want. I started with
Ysabel, which I finished last night. Today I was going to curl up in a chair outside and read something else from my pile of unread novels. But that never happened. Instead I was struck by this colossal marble head. And suddenly I was writing. I must have marble in my head.
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Writing is good. Marble on the brain perhaps, but never marble in your head. At least I'm pretty sure.
I dunno. Sometimes I think my head is as solid as Faustina's. Other times it seems a bit breezy in there. Never know one day to the next. But yes, I'm writing! It feels good.
What happened to time off ???
Mom
H is asking the same thing...
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