A Wing Breaks from a Chrysalis

I’ve been the absent gardener yet again, left you alone for months, and for that I’m sorry. What do you say to a woman who’s good at starting things but then gets tired, who falls away, falls asleep and starts to dream?

I’ve been changing a lot, and hermiting too. I’ll tell you about it someday. It’s going to take some time. For now, just know that I’m here. I haven’t forgotten about you. My old offer still stands: I’ll tell the stories if you’ll stay to hear them.

I have plans, things to say, schemes in motion: watch this space.

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