Returning to the scene of the crimes against the written word


I am back. The words will pour like liquid from a stream. Or not at all. Like liquid from a stream that isn’t a stream – just a dried-out valley that once had a stream. Well, if it was probably a river that made the valley – but really? You want to get off on a bad foot so soon?

Sheesh.

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One Response to Returning to the scene of the crimes against the written word

  1. This is good, helps me a lot, thanks.

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