This week the newsletter is a different shape in that it contains only a short story and what I fell in love with. I’m conscious of (and sometimes do read) newsletters or mailings-out that contain what seems like seventy hundred thousand snippets or links or thoughts or informations or factual wonders and within minutes I am horribly anxious. Anxious and reminded of the black hole that is Internet, gobbling everything up into a overly-connected unreality of glaring pixels (a gobbling similar I feel to that of ‘No Face’ from the Studio Ghibli animation
I LOVE the introduction! So I’m telling you this so I can read the little story without thinking about thanking you. Ha, it even rhymes. I think maybe Muddy Monk goes well with your story. Don’t know, I’ll see. A hug.
Thank you, thank you, so lovely you are. I often do a similar thing, tucking tasks or notes before or after the others receive attention, or can be turned too—small orders I suppose.
I LOVE the introduction! So I’m telling you this so I can read the little story without thinking about thanking you. Ha, it even rhymes. I think maybe Muddy Monk goes well with your story. Don’t know, I’ll see. A hug.
Thank you, thank you, so lovely you are. I often do a similar thing, tucking tasks or notes before or after the others receive attention, or can be turned too—small orders I suppose.