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And now I am dreaming of sitting in the shade of a large tree.
the grass tickling my legs, and nowhere else to be.
With either a ridiculously worn and full notebook in hand - with just a single page left to fill,
or a notebook that is brand new with crisp blank pages.
And of course my favorite pen.
And lots of time to just think, and write, and slowly fall in and out of sleep.
If only it weren't for all this snow . . .
*I especially love rule number one.