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“Yes,” said Calliope, “Nia and I agree that the bracelets are beautiful… and would look fantastic with our…”
“… dresses,” Nia continued. “Hand-beaded by Typist’s friend Donna, they’re the bee’s knees… and that’s why…”
“I know, I know.” Thalia rolled beads between her index finger and thumb. “We’re giving them to our infusion nurses today.”
Words from Typist:
Almost ready to round out phase 1 of invader-vanquishing!🎉
I’m hopeful that today’s chemotherapy is the last voluntary poisoning of my life. 😂
If by chance the muses and I go MIA for a few days, trust we’ll return when we’re coherent again.
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This morning I checked in with Val from Maple Avenue and was delighted to hear our shop has exceeded the number of apparel orders needed to go ahead with muse-wear production — the shop closes in 3 days, 14 hours, 40 minutes, and 13, 12, 11, 10, 9… seconds.
There’s still time to order if you’re interested.
Thank you for helping me make this dream come true!
I know what you mean when you say "voluntarily poisoning my life." Yes, for sure this is exactly what it is. And, right along side of this, I feel like I've been watching you watering and feeding your life. This isn't less true. One more reason to celebrate, Gail--I'm cheering you on.
Every good wish to you Gail for the coming days. You and the muses rock! 💚🌸