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  1. She'll be back. I know, because I just bumped into her this afternoon.
    "Goodness!" I said. "Aren't you Alison's Muse and shouldn't you be a couple of hundred miles south-west of here?"
    She smiled, in that curious way of hers, and assured me that she was simply taking a short break to see Edinburgh's ancient old closes and wynds, and feel the wind rushing round corners to ruffle her hair, and that she planned to be back with you just as soon as she had pondered the many lives the Royal Mile has seen, from the plain and the ordinary schoolgirl in Honor Arundel's 'The High House' of the 1970s trudging home in her uniform trying to feel that the flat up in the high buildings is home after her parents' sudden death, to Mary Queen of Scots and Saint Margaret making their way up the steep cobbles in silks and satins with pattens over their embroidered slippers raising them above the mud, and small beggar-children running after to see the pretty ladies.
    She's a wise woman, your Muse, and she knows that sometimes one needs a little space and distance to see more clearly…
    Laura_Elsewhere xxx

  2. She'll be back. I know, because I just bumped into her this afternoon.
    "Goodness!" I said. "Aren't you Alison's Muse and shouldn't you be a couple of hundred miles south-west of here?"
    She smiled, in that curious way of hers, and assured me that she was simply taking a short break to see Edinburgh's ancient old closes and wynds, and feel the wind rushing round corners to ruffle her hair, and that she planned to be back with you just as soon as she had pondered the many lives the Royal Mile has seen, from the plain and the ordinary schoolgirl in Honor Arundel's 'The High House' of the 1970s trudging home in her uniform trying to feel that the flat up in the high buildings is home after her parents' sudden death, to Mary Queen of Scots and Saint Margaret making their way up the steep cobbles in silks and satins with pattens over their embroidered slippers raising them above the mud, and small beggar-children running after to see the pretty ladies.
    She's a wise woman, your Muse, and she knows that sometimes one needs a little space and distance to see more clearly…
    Laura_Elsewhere xxx

  3. Some days your heart just spills onto the paper and some days it goes quietly into it's room and shuts the door. Not to eat chocolates and cry or anything, but just to have some peaceful alone time.
    That's a good thing; enjoy it. 🙂

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