it all began in October.
my belly was swollen but it's a workshop and i can't afford to let it pass, even if i had to go home at midnight. i wouldn't really mind giving birth in the middle of a writing workshop.
just before the workshop ended we had our only group picture taken, made promises to keep on writing, and to open an online discussion board where our output would be dissected and torn apart; analyzed piece by piece, word for word, line by line.
the next call came in August of the following year. it was so because..."we had to counsel a depressed friend".
i willingly jumped into it again because i was recovering from postpartum and wanted a weekend life apart from the weekend urban planning class. one weekend was followed by another then one more until we finally felt comfortable with Dot's little lush garden; until it felt like we were in our own world, far from the noise of the city.
then it abruptly ends, as all good relationships do.
our season is over.
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