Sunrise, Sunrise

What amazes me is how something doesn’t exist, and then it does; and when it does, it seems always to have existed.

I want to write something about this writing week, but all I can think of to say is that I’m done. I’m done with the writing week. But I’m also done with the bulk of the writing. I stayed up late working last night, pausing only to dash out to a yoga class in between daytime writing and nighttime writing. And today, a really amazing story came.

So, I’m done.

Tinkering, up next.

Writing Day: The Fourth
Happy Place

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