Blooming niece and spring

Well this is embarrassing. I never assumed anyone would actually read my blog. Now I realize it's my signature! oy vey. When I tried to sign a comment on my beautiful, blooming, traveling niece's blog this pulled out of my signature like from a gutter. I thought I had dashed it off and thrown it away months, years ago! Maybe this is an opportunity to explain to the ethers themselves what no human would care to hear from my lips, but seems pressing at the time. Like, Flavia!! from out of the fogs of France, how abundant your experience of the world is being. I'm happy about it, but also sad at the distance. (Our time in the sun was wasted time, you weren't paying attention, we came to the wrong conclusions anyway.) Well go, then, find out for yourself, a little less burdened and braver, more willing to call out the bums and able to love. How fucking awesome is that: my niece can love. Nothing much add after that triumph. Soon it will be time to bow out. -bow-