The Sunday Whirl

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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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