On a more pleasant note, I am writing poetry. Rosemary has definitely influenced me in this, but Sabreman pushed me over the edge by dragging me to three additional poetry events on Sunday and Monday. When I woke up Tuesday morning, there was poetry in my head. It's not romantic, as you probably would expect, and I wish it could be more like Earl Dinkins or Stosh Quartz. There is some interesting poetry. I have a long way to go...
I continue to meet new people. I am thankful when some of the crazier ones fall by the wayside. Sometimes I don't know how to react to their craziness. I have had time in the last few days to chat with Les, Wild and Rosemary. That is always amusing and comforting. And one of my new friends, Wyde, has given me some expensive consultation I probably won't use in the way he intended. I have tucked it neatly away, until it's time to use it. I have a bunch of new pics to post, including Wyde, but I haven't taken the time to sort through them, as I have been busy with ring-making, writing and chatting. And all I have with me is a pic of Qz in teen SL. She taught herself to build on her second day and now she's a milliner. Check out her plaid! I haven't been able to find a nice plaid shirt like that in SL; perhaps one of my designer friends would make one for me...
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