What are we doing here? Who are we? How did we find each other? Why
do we find each other interesting? A few glasses of red wine in (early,
I know, but there was a gallery opening this afternoon) and I want to
ask existential questions. I have known/heard/listened to some of you
longer than people in my day to day life. But I wouldn't have it any
other way. Each morning I check to see what you've concerned yourselves
with. I keep your poetry to reread on dark days. Your names are magic
in my mouth. You are blessed company. And I thank you for enriching my
life.
Ursula
in faraway North Bay...
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