I always thought I must have been a deer or a horse in some former state, because it was such a joy to run. Just a short trip to the past this week, as I’m away for a break. Last week I dipped into the journals of Louisa May Alcott (1832–1888), where she wrote about the genesis and writing of
Louisa May Alcott November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) not 1855.
Oops! Thanks for spotting that.