The phrase on repeat in my head is that sometimes you have to let something go in order to pick something else up. The door opening and closing as some say.
I've been reading quite a bit more but writing a bit less here. Instead, I've found myself penning postcards like mad with a bit of poetry sprinkled like a Southern seasoning here and there in pinches or handfuls, depending on the day.
I'm grateful this week for stamps, safe journeys, family visits, books, and songs that still make you pause, standing still in a public place.
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