snow

Really thankful for all of you who still write me (and those who just started). I really have no real friends...real life???? With the occasional random text from stormy and one or the other...I am day after day alone, recluse by choice in this heated room. There are the rolling stones, a thousand books read and unread, someone still ready to open the door. It only takes one step I know, and I do have the world.