Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Up and Running
Phew! Deciphering those jumbled senseless words is tough work but now I am the proud recipient of a blog thanks to the cyber world and all that.
Dark night. Fresh flowers on the table. Dogs sleep on the kitchen floor. Someone plays a guitar. A teenager appears in a tuxedo. My fingers yearn to write again. I will produce. I will glean the words, pry them from the dark caverns of my mind, bring them out, paste them onto the screen and let them fly.
Dark night. Fresh flowers on the table. Dogs sleep on the kitchen floor. Someone plays a guitar. A teenager appears in a tuxedo. My fingers yearn to write again. I will produce. I will glean the words, pry them from the dark caverns of my mind, bring them out, paste them onto the screen and let them fly.
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