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Hey Boo-Boo, I think I spy a pic-i-nic basket!
Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
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It ends 30 June, when the unpacking begins. /o\ But at least there is some downtime between now and then, because I now know at least *where* I'm moving.
Thanks for the well wishes.