Today, after the museum duty, Chris and I go to
Carol’s for writing group. I have a partially written essay on life and death
that I will share and a reading from Thoreau about living consciously. There
are events and feelings that I want to add to the essay. One thing I know is
that writing is never finished. No matter how carefully I choose words, I can
go back later and think of another thing to add.
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