But I still find my self looking for it. The there. I’ve looked quite a few places but . . .
Other’s seem to think they have found it. But when they begin to describe it I know they are wrong. Sometimes I think I’ve found it but I am usually wrong as well.
I don’t feel bad about being wrong. It happens a lot. I’m just a person, persons are known to be wrong quite often.
Even Gertrude. But she had Alice and all that lovely art and talented friends. But still I bet she felt bad sometimes if she made one of those person like mistakes. But I bet she didn’t dwell on it for long. I am trying to be more like Gertrude.
And myself. I’m trying to be more like her too.