So, I am a pen –
apparently an object
incapable of
thought yet possessed of
ability to make marks
on paper that speak
of metaphor and
so I permit myself to
enquire from whence comes
imagination
that flows in my ink, from whence
and how, why and when? –
heady stuff for all
of us: women and men and
contemplative pen
wind in my wheels 🌱 
It is the pen held by you – and through you, it is contemplative, kind, generous, spiritual, loving, spirited and curious…how fortunate am I to call you and your pen my friend…xx
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Thank you, dear Mimi. My pen and I are deeply fortunate too, and thankful, for you 🙂xx
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