As I type this, rain is falling, making a racket on the skylight here in the library. Thunder comes booming out of the distance. It's raining in January. Imagine that! Rivers are threatening to crest their banks. And you, on your way to Bonaire. I wish you and Don all the best mornings and the sweetest, most heart-breakingly beautiful sunsets. You really are brave, you know that. You keep saying that you are stubborn, but maybe that's simply how bravery begins. Take care, Barbara. Take care of your characters (but not too much - they need the freedom to make their own perfect mistakes).
Bob;-)
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