Letter From My 48th Year (Mar 6)
My energy plummeted around 6, and I’ve yet to recover though there are things zinging around my brain that I’d love to talk to you about. Sigh… Since I can’t see my way clear to writing anything coherent, please accept as a small token of my esteem for you this peek into my the Saturday mornings of my childhood.
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