
As my eye wanders agross the late summer ruin of my garden I remember what it once yielded and remind myself that all we are is a sum of our cycles.
When I finally became an adult I became a children's librarian. When I want to be a child I go to work and earn a living. When I want to be nobody, I knit. As long as there are books unread, children in need of story, and yarn poised between needles, there is eternal life. There is no such thing as a finished anything. Long live Penelope!
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