Sea Hugs

At the moment I know, or think I know, about two thirds of my lines. The structure is down. If somebody asked what the piece is about I don't know what I'd tell them, but thinking it through , it could be about: the rescue of a broken-winged bird; a record I promised not to listen to; a grandfather I never met; my father's, his son's, faded (but still impressive) glories; a quote that I have used several times before and a lot of quotes that I have not, and about that hat.

Bit sad to think that next week I won't have the structure that we have here, good spaces, wonderful (I do mean wonderful) people. Next week I will be missing my fellow Reggers, I'm certain.

Got to get on.

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