a fragment of a story, not even a silent outline of a thought in progress; hiding within piles and stacks of undeveloped ideas collecting dust in one of the many corners of my memory for many many years....or centuries?
perhaps it's time to undust her a littler bit?
"For a woman to whom no place is home,
the thought of an end to all flight is
unbearable."
Milan Kundera
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