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Naive Psychologist by Tracy Crisp

We're all making our own sense of things.
Joyful melancholy; melancholic joy.

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letter #66 Christmas Eve

letter #66 Christmas Eve

A wish for gentle times

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letter #65 Some Things are Coming Together

letter #65 Some Things are Coming Together

But if I drink that much coffee they won't

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letter #64 Where 'what is' Sits Open-Hearted

letter #64 Where 'what is' Sits Open-Hearted

The start of my December reading list

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letter #63 Rocking the Suburbs

letter #63 Rocking the Suburbs

From washing machines to glittery boots

letter #62 When I Read That Robert Redford had Died a lot of Things Made Sense

letter #62 When I Read That Robert Redford had Died a lot of Things Made Sense

Wish I could still play the piano the way I used to

letter #61 My Fascination With Celia Paul

letter #61 My Fascination With Celia Paul

And tinily fascinated with silence too

letter #60 A Quick Hello

letter #60 A Quick Hello

I need to rest my brain

letter #59 Hold Fire on the Tomatoes

letter #59 Hold Fire on the Tomatoes

Tomatoes, cauliflower, Wolf Hall and some excellent news

Letter #58 White Sauce

Letter #58 White Sauce

Terrible and good

letter #57 Change and its Possibilities

letter #57 Change and its Possibilities

The prophecy of the parking machine

letter #56 The Royal Show

letter #56 The Royal Show

A correspondence of little substance

letter #55: Influencer Husband

letter #55: Influencer Husband

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letter #55: Influencer Husband

letter #55: Influencer Husband

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letter #53 What I'm Wearing

letter #53 What I'm Wearing

A series of disparate but not unrelated thoughts

letter #38 What am I Doing to My Wedding Dress?

letter #38 What am I Doing to My Wedding Dress?

What am I doing to my wedding dress?

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Naive Pyschologist by Tracy Crisp.
We're all making our own sense of things.
Joyful melancholy; melancholic joy.

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