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1 part mopey 1 part fart jokes

I told Jen today that my inner metaphor/profound thoughtfulness voice has been waiting for a sad day for her to shine. I could probable write a whole mess of storypeople stories . (She said especially if I drank some coffee. Which I did.) Here are a few I've already come up with. I feel like a fish who accidentally flopped out of her water. But I can see the tide coming in. E ven though it was rainy and cold I had to take a walk to the rose garden. I needed to connect to something green and earthy even if the roses weren't in bloom. I needed something to spark my hope for a season of beauty (beauty, truth, freedom but above all else, love!). I felt like Thoreau in sneakers and a lot less conviction. S omedays my mind feels full but when I write it all out, it doesn't even make the page scroll down. I just made the last one up because really I only had the first two. And there seems to be an endless straight line of a road before the next curve of inspiration. So we'll