Why is it that now, when I have so much I want to say, I have no time? And later on, when I have nothing to do and all the time in the world to wax poetic about anything and everything for hours on end... the time will have passed and I will once more be muted following the passage of too much time with these thoughts in my head instead of on paper (or onscreen, whichever it may be)??
Seaside Hodge Podge
On the East Coast, "hodge podge" is a much anticipated traditional summer soup made with all the first vegetables of the season...in the dictionary it means a mixture or medley. This is my hodge podge of thoughts, musings and inklings: Set at the seaside because I do all my best musing where I can hear the waves.
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