"A long marriage is two people
trying to dance a duet
and two solos at the same time."
(Anne Taylor Flemming)
"I got gaps;
you got gaps;
we fill each other's gaps."
(Rocky Balboa)
The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life. Or are they the same thing? [Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
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