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It seems I’m always on the road, in some exotic country across the oceans. I’ve traveled to many continents and cities, but I love to just take walks. I’ve walked with my children, so much enjoying their wide, surprised eyes and their small hands in mine as we bent to touch a dandelion or stretched up toward the moon. I walked with my husband and sometimes friends. I often walk alone, so often not by choice. Yet, I was not all alone. Christ walked with me, and though I should follow his footsteps more often, He doesn’t abandon me.
Writing begins in the mind, and when I’m walking, I let my body and mind relax. Words come to me, and I can outline a novel in one afternoon. A character, a setting, a desire, an object like an old camera held up to a seeing eye–images drift into my…
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