What a productively productive person you are, you so are Camila.
Thank you for everything I've managed to read since picking up on your postings during this year, this passing year on which the bell - at midnight, wherever we each happen to be - is soon to toll.
This latest, lovely post gives me confidence that in the year of 2025, about to be ushered in, you'll be writing away and the likes of I will be reading away borne and buoyed up by the literal fruits of your fertile literary imagination.
For today "adieu", looking forward - "a bientot" - to what arrives in my inbox from the 6th January onward.
These are excellent milestones to celebrate, Camila.
I'm in that something%, though I'm often slow to get to clicking through, but rest assured it happens. ;)
Love this one especially:
In the blowing halepense lived a music master who played instruments of his own design. Modulating from one to another tone and signature, he was a conjurer working grand changes on time. His men, chosen without haste, like silver horses, bore him aloft in song.
Ooh I really like that poem at the end! Well done for kicking all these goals in 2024. Onwards!
What a productively productive person you are, you so are Camila.
Thank you for everything I've managed to read since picking up on your postings during this year, this passing year on which the bell - at midnight, wherever we each happen to be - is soon to toll.
This latest, lovely post gives me confidence that in the year of 2025, about to be ushered in, you'll be writing away and the likes of I will be reading away borne and buoyed up by the literal fruits of your fertile literary imagination.
For today "adieu", looking forward - "a bientot" - to what arrives in my inbox from the 6th January onward.
Thanks again for the gift of your writings.
Rob
Once again, my heartfelt thanks, Rob. Much health and prosperity of every kind for the new year.
Thanks, Shoni! You're no slouch, yourself! Happy and healthy 2025!✨
These are excellent milestones to celebrate, Camila.
I'm in that something%, though I'm often slow to get to clicking through, but rest assured it happens. ;)
Love this one especially:
In the blowing halepense lived a music master who played instruments of his own design. Modulating from one to another tone and signature, he was a conjurer working grand changes on time. His men, chosen without haste, like silver horses, bore him aloft in song.
(halepense; lovely, didn't know that name.)