High Tor
High Tor is my name for this place. It happens to be the home of Salmon Poetry, where I once took a short course. There, I--myself--met the publisher and workshop leader, Jessie Lendennie and exercised my brain a bit. Even her name sounds poetic, don't you think? Poetry, I have found, is either easy or difficult. It depends on the day, my mood, my endurance or the author. Now you have guessed what a deep thinker I am. Below, I hope you can click to find the link to Salmon Poetry. Also, tap on the pic and see High Tor up close. Sense the drama :) If you could turn to the right and see through the hillside you would be able to behold the magnificent Cliffs of Moher. Then you could attempt a mystical leap to the left a few kilometers and you would end up in Doolin. Happy imaginings!
Back at the townhouse--Charlotte USA--we find an overcast day. Squirrels frolic on a neighbor's split rail fence, over a leaf-layered landscape. Under all those oak and maple droppings is a bumper crop of acorns. Winter is on its way. I'm still hoping for a buyer and will attempt patience (acquiring said long-suffering with God's help!) (Philippians 4:5-7)
Today I plan to do stuff--pick up cleaning, retrieve slacks left at Anna's Alterations on highway 51 and perhaps, just perhaps, work on the sequel to Shannon Song. (Link to Shannon Song)
Let's see....
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