If there is one writer that is continually on my night-table, under my bed, on top of my desk and shelves, then it's Jimmy Baldwin. I feel as this is my imaginary friend, my twin soul. There are no words that can describe what this picture does for me. Yes, I love Jimmy. Oh yes, I do. I wish I could have just enter the picture and have beer or a whisky with him. 20 years ago Jimmy died but in a remote village, all the way in Belgium (but not so far from his home in France) he is still remembered every day.
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You haven't written in a while. I hope you resume your blog. The short postings were very inspirational.
Natasha "Dani"
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