Looking at my desk, all geared up in preparation for my three months of solitude, I am inspired and dulled by the expansive sense of it.
A notebook - sealed, with a note NOT TO BE USED / OPENED / TOUCHED UNTIL YOUR 3 MONTHS OF SOLITUDE - asking to be opened and written in.
This time last year we were in France. In three days time he will be on his way to Mongolia.
I can smell the sweet-pea flowers in a glass nearby. My finches are singing. I went to a yoga class today.
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