In the deep night my old filmmaker friend was chatting with me.

And here is the last line of our thread. I read it as I was drifting off to sleep.

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“sleep angel; when you call someone angel they imagine having wings”.

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Isn’t that just the loveliest thing.

Things are settling again. There have been ups and downs.

I am still moving fast but wanted to stop for a remind you about angels.

The barn chicks.

Good morning.

Yesterday I was saying good bye to my Mother In Law ( for a few hours) and I looked past the car door I was holding for her and over my gardens and through the trees and imagined soaring right up into the tops of the branches.

I think I could do cartwheels today, I said.

Well, you just get on that, she said in her grumpy old ladies voice. Folding her traitorous body into the car seat. Wishing she could do cartwheels too, I suppose. So I did not mind.

Celi

(good morning, angel)