rousing sluggishly, as though disturbed from deep slumber.
Drawn slowly onto the page where all had been blank.
no profound meaning, zero spin to stories and undeveloped change for status quo.
Blank mind, blank page and ready pen
Brilliant ideas lost in the maelstrom of chatter and talk.
“all of us have a place in history. Mine is in the clouds.”
~ Richard Brautigan
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