I also received a letter today from the muse of the sonnets. We check in from time to time. She habitually lives a hand-to-mouth existence with odd jobs from a work placement center and a car she has to hot wire to start ... sexy perhaps for a younger bohemian but not when you're pushing retirement age. Her joy are her three sons, and the eldest, who lives in Bali, is due to visit soon, so she's walking on a breeze. The youngest is going to college in Seattle. The middle son is getting rich in New York. We probably should have lunch soon so we can check up.
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