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I returned yesterday from a week on Whidbey Island writing like heaven by day in silence with eight other women; listening to them read their heart stories in their unique voices around the flame in the evening. We wrote at desks, by the fire, in window seats on the bluff above the Saratoga Passage that stretches to Camano Island on the other side of the waters and flows through the distant opening into Puget Sound on its way to the mighty Pacific. The rising sun set to glistening the snowy Koma Kulshan (Mt. Baker) and the white ridges that flank it.
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