"dear life, i want you to float me in the Dead Sea.. write a book. hold my child. watch her grow. adopt. a pet? speak new languages. play tunes on front porch. with neighbors. after southern dinner. spin pottery wheels. own land.. with horses. and flower gardens. become wise, let my hair grow long and gray. thanks. love, me."
i reassessed what i want out of life.
i wrote those things out.. (above).. stared at them.. and began to write again.
and i can't stop.
finally, words. they are everywhere. in my shower, in my sandwich.. everywhere.
phew. and i thought i lost them..
there is a story out there somewhere and it is begging me to write it...
ready, go.
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