November 12 2005
cold, cold , cold here in maine I am not use to it, time for the shoulders to start hunching, I hate that in the spring I open up like a flower, in the winter my shoulders hunch and I feel like a flower closing!
Love working at the norlands, love living here on this old farm it brings out all my creativity.
Miss terribly my friend Linda who died almost a year ago,
such a gaping hole where here love once was!
going to start on making art for christmas not sure what I want to do yet, good old inertia still working to set e back, must light a fire under my Muse I guess.
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