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Walking On The Snuggery Side

 

::: Taking a walkabout around the Island, and coming upon the site of the old Snuggery, makes my melancholia gland squirt salty stuff into my eyes. The spirit of so many Inner Children being brave and peaking out here back when it was still so taboo, so misunderstood, feels like it lingers on the beach here, and the treehouses, and the swingsets...

...but the last hurricane, shortly before losing my Mom, who was the literal grandma of G.I., took me far away from here...

...and now things are so different... for me, and online in general. I wonder if the neon lights and dizzying sights of the big cities of Tumblr, et al, has been good, or bad, for the kinds of souls that used to call this Island home...

...I miss the light and delicious energies of people who find their lithe and delicate side, and then courageously let her out to play in the world... But fear that some of those changes, in me and in the Virtual World, have made overseeing a virtual world devoted to swingsets and sandboxes, and being -separate- from the mere concerns of the grownup, physical world, seem daunting...

...Looking around at the former Snuggery, half-buried in the sand like the Statue Of Liberty in Planet Of The Apes, and giving her a salute of respect, and heading off back toward the Kittery, solemnly... :::

 

--UB

 

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Wait. So you're telling me theres no swingsets around here, Mr. U.B.? NO SWINGSETS!!!