She and I, At My Desk
I like to think she whispers to all of us writers in individual ways, speaking in whatever language we tap into when we stretch our ear to the universe and quiet our minds. Dear Writer, she says. Always Dear.
Read MoreI like to think she whispers to all of us writers in individual ways, speaking in whatever language we tap into when we stretch our ear to the universe and quiet our minds. Dear Writer, she says. Always Dear.
Read MoreThere are many things plugged into him, around him. He doesn’t want to do this, and I’m a betrayer.
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