A day off, on which I can write anything.
What will it be?
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Cape Cod
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About Me
- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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