Inspiration is eating around at the edges of my brain, but hasn't quite found the core. Floating images of cars, suns, trips, puppies, and clouds flicker in and out at random. None of them stay for long, so I have no real concept of what to say about them.
I suppose at some point one will settle down on my head and I'll be able to spit it all out of the end of my fingers.
I suppose at some point one will settle down on my head and I'll be able to spit it all out of the end of my fingers.
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