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Spreads the blanket beneath the tree and unpacks the picnic 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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I'm hoping it'll also mean that I can feel more comfortable participating in the community as it's gotten rather a bit lost in my attempts to get on top and stay there (I can dream!), so we'll see how that goes.
Life is slowly winding down a bit for the summer and I'm slowly poking at my book TBR pile. Even though I'm still adding the occasional thing (notably magazines), I'm feeling lighter and better with each number I can substract from my total.
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This amuses me no end for no discernible reason. Heh.
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