Before the four-legged, furry muse and I cowered in the bathtub hiding
from tornadoes, a remarkable spate of writing was done yesterday. Like ribbons
of pressed silk, the words flowed out of me in flawless order. It was a rare,
rare moment indeed.
Then came the tub.
Followed by 8 ½ hours of no power.
Apparently, the silk worm charges a steep price.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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