Only I won’t be.

Here.

Because writing demands isolation. Solitude. Aloneness. To hear the voices.

For the next week, I will be immersed. On Edisto. Comparing earth to water to sky. Walking. But not responding to comments. Or reading blogs.

I don’t know how to elaborate. Because anything I type comes off as bitchy. And I am not a bitch.

Really.

So.

I won’t be here for the next week.

Perhaps I will check in with an otherworldly view.

Of Edisto.

The Atlantic.

Sand and sea and sky.

We shall see.

 

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