Mind the edge. It's treacherous and the hole is deep. It's been a year this Friday. Yeah, it was messy, and ultimately, it didn't work, but it was mine, it was my place in the sun, and it's gone, now. At the time, I did not think it was too ambitious a desire, something too hard to hold onto, but it became a rope of sand in my grasp.
So, what now? Go where? Build what? Can I, again? Am I looking for something, or just wandering around looking at scenery? Is it too early to know, or am I evading the question?
Good luck.
Completely true.
Ah, but there are answers, somewhere.
Re: Ah, but there are answers, somewhere.
Good morning, Mary
As for a small consolation: they are beautiful.
Thanks.