"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
It rang in on the Westminster chimes of the mantel clock, working again for the first time in decades.
And now, almost nine hours into 2023, we're having a peach of a morning, sun-softened, bright with promise.
Happy New Year!
Labels: holidays
posted by Anne Cassidy at
8:47 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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