You’re talking to me,
I know,
and I sort of, mostly hear you.
See, I’m not quite here
(though not quite not) –
I’m somewhere else,
far away
right in front of you.
It’s not one place,
so I can’t tell you where,
or when,
or exactly how I came to be there.
Or even, truthfully,
when I might be back.
You’re frustrated,
I can tell,
but just consider this:
How wonderful to travel
without tickets
or borders
or worries about time and money
and a place to stay.
I’m lucky, I think.
Now…
…what did you say?
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A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Love this, Katie!
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Thank you! I love to hear that!
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Your dad says …like John Prine…you’re on the other side of town!
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Some town, somewhere, definitely.
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wonderful!
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Thank you!
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talk more talk
birds
of a feather
happy ta do it fa u
sir james paul mccartney
yw
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This is really good👏👏👏👏
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Thank you so much!
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