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Australian tree fern fronds un-spiral themselves to become lacy, lovely, arching 5-6 feet long. This one is just outside my office door.
We discuss characters, plot points, all sorts of things. Jux is trying to get himself killed and I can't bear to lose him. Fern says I should relax and trust the little street kid. I am trying.
2 comments:
Lovely. This brought a real smile to my face. :D
I love the precision with which you write even blog posts. It shows the zone you're in.
It might be less amusing if you were, oh, say, the meter reader, who once came around the corner of the house and interrupted one of my discussions with Fern.
I have been reading your blog, Rita, when I can. It's great.
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