There was something I planned to write today. I forgot. It’s been like that dream just on the edge of memory — I’ve had almost-glimpses of it a few times, but it’s skittered into a shadow or behind a cloud when I try to look directly at it.
I think I had some clever phrases, some cute wording already formed. Or maybe just half-formed.
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Oh well. It was probably more rantings about out crazy-a€€ weather. Not the piece that would finally bag me a Pulitzer.
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