As I recover
slowly from my stress, my appetite for writing, for working, for living … returns.
What a joy.
I’m confident
of my thoughts, writings. I can still handle a lot, enjoy a lot.
I don’t feel I’m
old and weak though I’m 85 and over. though I can’t walk a long distance. Yet
can I almost still do all what I want. I don’t feel myself poor.
I again feel my writings beautiful, I can still see, hear, find beauty all around me
This is my book:
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