Miss Cowper
The Euros have called.
Hi!
I spent yesterday afternoon searching for peace and today searching for order. Neither have I achieved, yet I have ended the weekend with an urge to write. So that’s good!
It’s a boring cliche, but as I sit here with my laptop and a head full of ideas, I’m wondering what the point of this is. I’ve avoided naming my purpose, beyone rambling anyway. But I’ve missed the order and routine of Scribbles recently. Could it be a summer thing? A fling? Maybe.
I wish that I had more to write about than my thoughts on Bridgerton, but something about this third series has left me feeling very inspired.
Some un-unique thoughts came out in a truly terrible poem, see below.
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