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Robin's avatar

Reading this bubbled up this idea that the last of's...the last river swim of the summer, the last hike of the season, the last sauna of a retreat...being a container for all those that came before. It becomes a way of holding the collective memory and feeling of all of the swims and all of the steps and views and lunches of a hike and all of the days on retreat in one place.

In the same way, the first of's holds the possibility of what's to come.

And in all of it, it's the thread of being her now - in the first of's the last of's and all that's in between - that makes any of it matter.

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Judi Cleghorn's avatar

And I would loooove to paint one of your beach and sea urchin scenes! Echinodermata! So elegantly symmetrical!

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