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It’s like all the sudden something said "OK Ingrid, now it is time to write again"
So here we are… we two 
….you and I swimming amongst these circles and squares...these dashes,darts and dots
jumps...stoppings and startings...periods and lack there of  
...of course
So...It begins now
but then that is ridiculous
It began a long time ago in a land so far from me now I have to stop to recall it, as one would stop to recall a book they once read…the plot, the characters all so familiar and on the  tip of mind and tongue but then of course not 
and one is found floundering and searching …all the while wearing the most preposterous expression

 It is impossible to search ones memory and have even the semblance of a sophisticated knowing expression on one's face 
It is just part of the human condition
 the great equalizer …the rich and the poor, the philosophically advanced and the dumb as dirt
 ALL must flounder on memories forgotten and ever relentlessly forgetting shores. 
We are not lemmings we are fish

Forgive my pun and weak humor… it is all I have got to try to amuse you while pondering and musing away the time ahead of us about the likes of….
Brown paper bags
Bags….ENORMOUS bags of candy: They MUST have weighed at least 5 lbs 
but for a penny a piece =a quarter could make you 
Queen of the gum ball and Sorceress of the jaw breaker for at least an entire day.

It is A wonder of nature we are not all dying of diabetes …..and very bad parenting
or are we?
But that is not our real subject…our real subject is the lay of the land
The dot dot dot of it…the slicing of any apple…the creating of a word...a letter …a phrase …any! and all! expression of the depthful interiors of the artistic vase with in 
that est perfectum 
not because it works and is perfect 
but because it exists 
at all
in mind and in daring 
in ink
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