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Beside my desk that is piled high with papers and notes, there’s a cutting from a bright red thirtyleaf May rose that I carried back from a recent trip to ­Bulgaria – so close to Greece yet entirely new to me as I’d never been there before. I was treated with so much kindness during my stay. What a balm to my spirit. Inklings that may have the makings of a new book were stirred.

These glimmers can take the time they need to find their form; the Bulgarian rose is ready to plant.


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