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An evening alone in Pammyland in late August.

I used to have a chair like this–

It was PERFECT for reading that book I could not put down.

You know the one I mean. That book that has us so engaged we know we will be bereft when we take in those last words on that last page.

THAT kind o book..

Like Call me J. .

I used to have a deck like this.

It was perfect for those quiet moments of solitude we all need in our lives  to rediscover who we really are..

To realign our authenticity…..

To remind us of our own person…


ONE day I shall have that chair and that deck again..
It’s all a matter of positive attitude—and tenacity..:))))

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