I have let myself be dragged a few extra laps around the hippodrome -- a detour of a few years -- but that's all right: such is my character (fate, destiny). I'm soft, as Leks used to say: I've tended to just go wherever others wanted me to. But I've cut myself loose now, and hauled myself clear of hoofs and wheels. The red maple is in leaf, and I am old and battered: and I know precisely where I am going. Just catching my breath a bit, here by the side of the track. Then -- the next journey. Not feeling so openhanded with my time and effort; you may see less of me; but you'll be no less in my thoughts.
Thank you for everything!
Love, as ever --
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Better than being unbending and ossified.
Rest, do what you gotta do.
Take care.
Clear of hoofs and wheels: that sounds like a blessing.
Close your hands as needed. Don't let us ask too much of you.
{{{you}}}
Hope the sky is blue above and the earth feels good between your toes.
Furl or unfurl as needed, Dale--
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