The events are thus over the Memorial Day weekend: the walleye festival, baton twirlers, Johnson's Island, Marblehead Lighthouse. Graduation party. Company over for ribs. Joy in seeing Miss DWH's son carry his daughter - her granddaughter - on his shoulders, trotting back and forth on a small ridge beyond the pond. He looks a little like a happy Sasquatch. This is the same son who told Miss DWH her strength is her truth. Two girls talking.
Such is Miss DWH's writing habit: a mcquickie over lunch.
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Sometimes it seems to Miss DWH that if she answers a question quickly, which she can and does but with less frequency as time passes, the answers generally don't mean anything to her.
She asks: Is she imparting wisdom? Her truth?
She notices when she talks about events, various happenings, this allows her to relieve pressure so she can sift down to the gold nugget thoughts.
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Writing is floating in her little rowboat.
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