#529777 added August 22, 2007 at 8:49am Restrictions: None
Some days
There are days when I have nothing to say.
No thoughts manage to make their way intact from subconscious to consciousness. It is as if there is a strike somewhere on the line and there are no service buses to carry anything forward.
Today is such a day.
My thoughts are lost in grey mist to match the weather outside. Words drip and suspend like the drops of Autumn mist that has no right to be blanking out my garden in August.
Today I cannot write
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