A Lot To Giveaway

…….a lot to giveaway Nothing is sweeter than restored faith, as too, the restored hotplate, the crashed computer now renewed by the turn of a screw. The electrician, the technician who overthrew such arrogant technology, and me faithless, yet I remember, time standing still, eternal, Summer’s afternoons, in boarding school left with only paper, scissors and glue and the enchanted worlds that grew Childhood is a lot, too much to giveaway for this complicated adulthood, never to find that child the little lost pilgrim – her inventive-ness.