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Dear friend Newt,

This world is such a beautiful place. You and I both know that. You with the mountains that you climb. Me? The water has always been my home. Even when it's a million miles a way ,it's there in our hearts. It whispers, "Come home."

I don't know what mountain you are climbing at the moment but there is sad in the world.  I don't know about you, but I for one could use a story, a virtual Zen Garden, and a good friend who is a writer. That is what I miss here (besides the big water). I miss sitting and talking. I miss knowing that we are in the same world.

Who will be my writing buddy if you are gone?

The second blog post that I wrote on eBay blogs was about talking around my PawPaw and MawMaw's table. I can still see it, Newt. In alot of ways, the kitchen here is like it. In storage, somewhere, I have my own table. It's round and made of oak. I bought it from someone who's life was changing. Now, I keep it safe while my life changes. Like the pups, I hold on to it. I'm keeping the faith that I'll have it there in my kitchen. A place to swap stories.


The thing is, Newt, I don't have anyone to remind me not to over analyse and just to listen to a story like a child.

There is something missing.

I'm missing my writing friend. 

I miss my friend.

LOL I know that when I wrote my stories that I hoped that you  were reading them. When I knew that you were, it made me smile. When I found out that you not only read them but that they made you smile? I was over the moon happy.  If I could know that you still read my stories, I could write them even if I didn't get to chat with you or hear how your life is going. Something to look forward to, it would mark the days. It would give me a calm place to be in my heart.

It would slow time.
I miss you as a friend something fierce.

I don't know how but I'm hoping - no - I'm willing that you'll cross this way again.

Hugs

Iron

The new stories are with the hope that some how Newt and Lexi will find them. We are seated at the virtual table swapping stories. We are safe from the growing thunder.


Once,  the world was new and fresh as the face of a sleeping child,  ...


LOL My foot itches. BRB.


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