Clinton at Aretha's funeral and me here. in These titles mean nothing.

  • Sept. 1, 2018, 4:28 p.m.
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I intended to write here today as a tribute to the new month. I may get back to have more to say. I may not. I come here every day and wander around a bit and leave a note or two.

Anyway.

Greetings to you all.


NorthernSeeker September 01, 2018

I see your notes here and there around prosebox and you leave some for me so I know you are alive. I can only hope you'll feel like writing here again some day.

Clinton speaks well...he sure has lost a lot of weight.

noko September 02, 2018

Interesting range of feelings that arise listening to this eulogy. The threads that bind us to this unique life just seem to be fraying around the edges lately with all this loss we are experiencing as a culture. At least those of us who are beginning to look like President Clinton.

Marg September 02, 2018

Nice to see you here - I've missed your entries!

Serin September 02, 2018

Sometimes I see pictures of some random doggie doing a doggie thing and just think of Gracie supervising you on a walk. Hi. :)

gattaca September 05, 2018

Greetings right back to you!

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