Every time I think about writers, and being a writer, I imagine wadded up sheets of paper in a trash can, notes stuffed away in some little cubby-hole just waiting to be taken out of the trash can, straightened out and reworked or the surprise to find that one note I was looking for.
In today’s age, for me at least, I was surprised to find this little tidbit I had written a couple of months ago stuck in my electronic notes on my phone … along with many other thoughts and lines unfinished — I guess they are just sitting there for my mind to catch up.
This piece was just words flowing though my head at the time.
Nice 😊
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