Little Leap Emerson Trouble

ar bucolic, produced one of those lists I have just named and still kept it safe through piles of papers and notes from my childhood. At the end of the list, so shy and rather unremarkable, the phrase "writing a book" made its way a few months ago in my mind.

And unearthing memories, recalling feelings, I return because that is part of my wishes for the future. do not intend now to write a book in the truest sense of the word, but a little story I have in mind for a short period of time.
The idea is in my mind, the material in my book and the prologue ... p