WanderingScribe

Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Dartmoor

I could come some time over Christmas? Or maybe we could meet part way? Sorry I didn't tell you about my book when I was there last time. I was going to...when we were out on the moors with that horse that was dying, and then at the pub when you were telling me about your spiritual experience with your dad while he was dying. It seemed wrong to tell you my story after that, it felt too important to you. Anyway you know now.

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