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February 09, 2006
Kat
In the now-empty space that used to be filled with calm companionship and occasional passion, I am rewriting my life. It has not been very long, but I have little interest in, nor energy for, languishing. I have passed my doubts, if not my regrets; it is not moving on, per se. Just moving.
If I were female, and living in Prescott instead of Pinole, and far less verbose than I am, I'd like to think my blog would be this beautiful.
Her words are spare as the oaks of Mingus Mountain.
Posted by Chris Clarke at February 9, 2006 01:08 PM
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Hey, Chris!
Have you gotten more crochety with old age? Or is that just your blog persona? Jym Dyer, who I know through the Whistlepig list (ask him) mentioned your book and I thought, dang, that's got to be the same Chris Clarke I knew back in the day at Merritt College Ornamental Hort. Would love to catch up with you!
I'm deeply flattered, Chris. Thanks.
Posted by: Kat at February 10, 2006 08:00 AM
