"My soul is a window slightly ajar and I spy a wandering star I can finally breathe my wish upon." "As a poet and a writer I often feel like I am scribbling on a sidewalk full of tiny cracks. From these small fissures, thoughts and concepts and possibilities fizzle up through my concrete-dull mind - a small word, a metaphor, a fragment of a phrase - and sometimes I am awake enough to notice them and write them down." This...
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