"I'm back." My traditional greeting to myself returning from a depression of any degree. Except I never really leave. I'm always here, however altered. Wish I'd come back from a vacation, say, Canada. Victoria, where I once bought a cherry wood pipe. La Conner, where I once had dinner at The Black Swan with my first lover. Okay, now I could make myself blue again. I'm back. Just let it be that.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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