And then one day there was very little time for all that I had on hand. I was holding the tickets and there was your e-mail out of the blue, after two years!
What kind of a hibernation was that, through all seasons, twice over?
It was a long e-mail, but I could only skim through it.
I will come back and read it. Today, I am holding tickets to somewhere else.
3 comments:
who?
yes who ??say say !!
long time oreen..
how are you?
am fine. nobody in particular. even my wife asked, who?
don't be so curious, nobody writes to a potbellied man with a three-yr old son . . . :-))
those are mild flights of fancy, but short flights like that of a hen's . . .
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