Twelve days ago, I blogged about "a tisket, a tasket...I wrote a letter to my love, etc." and three days ago I blogged about the author Mary Stewart. Last night, finishing up the Mary Stewart book I mentioned, I came across, as a chapter epigraph:
I wrote a letter to my love,
And on the way I lost it;
One of you has picked it up,
And put it in her pocket.
(Traditional)
Sometimes when things recur in my life I ask myself if it's a sign of any kind. For this, I can't imagine much meaning, but still it's a coincidence. Maybe it's just an alternative answer for my curiosity about the words to that old song.
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