wayfaring

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Saturday, I vowed to no longer spotlight that my birthday is Bloomsday, though I violate my vow this one time, to publicly seal it.

And I realized that I’m so immersed in gestations that I had, I have nothing more to say soon, publicly.

Writing, creativity offline is so lovely, why say more than what is,
in effect, letters to a muse?

So, for now, there’s my recent update at g.com, and I schedule another date with you here—far away, because gestation is that way, even with a due date.

But you know you can trust me to return.

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