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Thoughts, musings and randomness from a woman whose passions infringe on her life in the everyday world. "Yes, honey....dinner will be ready soon."
Friday, March 6, 2009
Bittersweet
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Thoughts, musings and randomness from a woman whose passions infringe on her life in the everyday world. "Yes, honey....dinner will be ready soon."
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CS Lewis write about this once and if I apply myself I can find it. He spoke about standing beside a shrub in a garden and suddenly being flooded by overwhelming longing for....something familiar just out of reach. I shall search.
It happens to me in spring. I think it's March. The promise...of...perhaps childhood, in my case, anyway.
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