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More please!

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Thanks, Ron — I’ll try!

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"Now half of Joe’s ashes were left in the box

Waiting like the hands of all the clocks

In the world that had stopped turning round

Since the day Joe died and left behind

Helga and this house so full

Of dancing dreams recalled in the light

Of the rising sun and the setting moon."

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This keeps going deeper into its own sure beauty. However long it takes to tell it, I hope you will.

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Thank you, Ann. I'm thinking it will be National Novel Writing *Year* rather than Month. (NaNoWriYe)

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Are you publishing as you write or do you have this completed and are parsing it out?

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As I write ...

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Love it. I’m enjoying this very much. I think it’s would be great to have one full, uninterrupted audio of it at some point🙂

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Thanks Brian -- I like that idea, too. A book and an audiobook if all goes well.

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