After eliminating everything that I can think of that could possibly host a thriving fruit fly community, I am now considering renting a large Costume, introducing myself as a "long-lost relative," and flagging down some of the Dear Flying Friends to ever-so-casually ask, "So, little one, where are YOU living these days...?"
I am a retired mathematics graduate student, a craver of beauty, a suitor of wisdom, a lunatic with reason; a poet without verse, writer-want-to-be, musician-wish-I-were, symmetry-loving seeker of the abstract, the elegant, the transcendent, the divine. I love my babies and my husband, good coffee, late night talks with long (and never)-lost friends, watching the sun set from my disheveled balcony, tulips, Rich Mullins, Bob Dylan, U2, Brancusi, Picasso, Chaim Potok, C.S. Lewis, T.S. Eliot, designing and not finishing quilts, vacuuming, and Peace.
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