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I'm still going through my photo archives so I can copy pics of the quilts I've made to my online album of the same; this also keeps me from writing and pre-publishing too many posts for the blog. I'm struggling a bit with the latter, I admit. Having only one week planned stresses me out, but I am sticking to that goal of being (for me, anyway) more spontaneous.

In some ways it's good for me to stop writing so many posts in advance; that's given me time to do other things like the photo album. 90% of my pics I took either for my old blogs or just for myself, and no one knows what they are besides me. When I'm gone no one will want to keep them, I know, but there are a lot of beautiful memories in my archive (like that one up there.)

I'm not important enough to merit having everything I've done preserved, and I doubt my family will care about things that meant a great deal to me because they don't share my interests. So as I'm looking through these photos I do have the sense that I may be the last person to see and appreciate them.

Ah, well. That's life.

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