(New to Blogger, leaving behind LiveJournal and Wordpress)
I should be writing in those hours when sleep hides down the hall, in the shadows, refusing to visit me. Teasing, drifting a little. Ah, here it comes. But no, the thought that it's coming chases it away, and I should get up and write. More later.
Richard Pieters on writing, the wonder of nature in a small garden, and occasional digressions on things unseen.
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