The quiet corners are growing once again. Those places where I breathe deeply. The places where I linger over a word on a page, or an acorn that has mysteriously found its way into my coat pocket. The places where tiny raindrops are symphonies and grand expanses are contained within my pen.

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  1. Had some conversations with friends that were writers and was thinking about you-really interested to see what’s stirring in you…


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