My writing machine has a clog and it is called Anversa. I have settled in and made a little bit of a life here for myself in this tiny town in Abruzzo. I am not lonesome and the routine of work here is creating so much structure I am finding it more difficult to get down to writing business. I think that this is a blessing but I am not getting anywhere fast with the details of the trip after Noto. The longer I stay here the more of a blur everything else is becoming. I am going to give it a girl scout try, but please know that I was asked to leave the girl scouts. Love Marianne. thanks for reading. xoxo
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