There is no magic key or wisened sage to bridge the gap of my writing knowledge to a finished poem or story. Occasionally out from the edges of shadows in my brain a world of words appears. It is a stretch to think of it as a muse, for I have none. Once in a while my imaginative blue eyes see a mirage in the hopefully rare desert of imagination.
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Wordle 701
The Bag Lady 
Loved this Cheryl! I’m struggling this week which is unusual for me!
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You have much on your plate but always or through👍🏻
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Thanks! Finally got something together!
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Thanks💐
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