Feeling at loose ends, today, unable to settle on one writing project or another, so picking at threads and doing nothing after all. (Just enjoying that shade of blue!)
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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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