Presenting session at Winter Wheat writing conference - check.
Finals - check.
Thanksgiving dinner - check.
Sigh of relief - ongoing.
I love this life.
~ Sherri
From up here the water is still blue, the grass green
and the wind that buoys me is 12 billion years old.
~ from "Bird's-Eye View," Jim Harrison, Songs of Unreason
Sweet poem. I love the check repetition, and have incorporated this into some of my work, the daily-ness of it all and how it never ends. Thank you.
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