I cannot, will not, embitter: should there be any level of anger/feeling-wronged when I have NOT been wronged only poisons "my song," which song is love... The love for Nancy Hunter, of sort so close to what my soul wants, but by no force, no 'grabbing' can obtain/get/keep by any antagonism just will NOT moreover make me the-whom I wannabe... She, the Fluffy Flower, the Wildflower, Nancy has chosen a 'distance', maybe tho' definable-in-some-soft-sweet-ways convoluted, STILL as it is, WOW, hit now, hit then, from and of My Free Woman is will-be long-has-been 2me simply as one appreciates a Great Art, needs no 'curating' as one would do comparably in gardening... In point-fine, Nancy Hunter curates me , by which I mean that the not-too-nursingly-loving she does to me, hit on hit, makes but only ever-deepening OK-appreciating ;-) LOVE PURE LOVE indeed!!! I do feel now that when She Nancy makes a wee showing--a 'hit'-- never too blatant, that-...