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I loved the writing here, Mary. Charged with meanings that flow from one word to another and from section to section. Beautiful.

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Ah, my loyal brilliant reader. My thanks, dear Jeffrey.

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“She was my breath of blue” and the whole section after that really got me, Mary. Also his relationship with his father and being accused of being a “waste”. Also explains why he thought he needed to make love to her “efficiently”… what a telling choice of words. I’m reading your memoir now, and I can’t help telling you that I think that your hair is absolutely gorgeous! :)

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A terrific read, a fab comment--and so glad you are also reading the memoir: I will comment there too if you do. Don't skip ... You'll see why but know that this memoir was written "live" --meaning while I lived the whole thing .... xo big time!

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Wow! I want to hear more when I finish reading it!

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“The narrowed sight” kind of says it all, doesn’t it? Brilliant chapter, love the checkerboard-blue, Robert’s view is so tidy, efficient and boxed in, but maybe we can’t blame him…you reveal his father, the crop rows, the controlled burns. Seems this fear of the chaos of “red” has been building for generations.

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Ah, the relevance to today resounds: chaos of red, as you put it so well. Thank you for kind words, dear reader and friend. Maybe restack? xo

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Good idea! Done!

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