We're all back in the same nest, though not our own. Still, there's a coziness and familiarity at Nana's house. The smell of bacon and pancakes draws us from our desert slumber. We skirt around projects - sewing, knitting, weaving, spinning - as we wander from room to room. Tens of thousands of books beckon with promises of intrigue and mystery and knowledge.
A road runner darts across the gravel drive. Coyotes howl on the hill above the house under the bright New Mexico moon. And all the children go safely to sleep under quilts that Nana made.
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Jealous, I am.
Here I shiver, wistfully wishing I was there enjoying Georgia and her cookin', Ted and his books, the girls and their hugs, PK & EV, and the beautiful and (Somewht warm) desert.
So... Is TRS trying to catch me a roadrunner? Even a ditigital one?
We've new books, both Az and Angel. You can look forward to coming home too...
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