Notes to self Just Becoming Today I am 70, and dusty The Moon became a basket I just went along without saying to see what would happen. I will say more some other time. It’s snowing again. Big storybook style flakes. I will build a fire, stitch some new eyes, finish straightening out the categories here, make a pizza  and maybe even have a glass of wine.  But maybe not.  I am renewed and ready to begin again.

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