here i am doing what I do so well, drink & write. Hunkered up in my little caravan, tap tap tapping out the occasional stream of the endless thought. The Loan Cowgirl, if there were such a vocation. A nun was the equivalent option if you were from Europe like me. These exotic prairies of life on the lonesome planes was not even in my broad Scottish imagination. However here I am 46 years later finally resting my cockles in that reality space with a story to begin.
So let me reach into that place. The book of the heart shall now open. Mood and prelude in the 7th chord.
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