I write letters in the morning overlooking the shimmering salt marsh. During the day, I follow the sun, sitting in the garden until I feel hot and then resting in the shade of the rose arbors, flowering wild, pink, fragrant. I write, hike, watch birds, and sit among the flowers feeling the sun on my face. This will be my schedule for two weeks at
writing from the wild edge
I write letters in the morning overlooking the shimmering salt marsh. During the day, I follow the sun, sitting in the garden until I feel hot and then resting in the shade of the rose arbors, flowering wild, pink, fragrant. I write, hike, watch birds, and sit among the flowers feeling the sun on my face. This will be my schedule for two weeks at
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