Beauty is 89 words.
It matters little if these 89 precious words were written for a
throwaway passage in a genre romance.
It matters none if these 89 miraculous words will most likely find
their end on the wrong side of a trash can.
All that matters is that these 89 perfectly new, perfectly fresh words
sprung from my imagination and onto paper yesterday.
The dry streak is over!… if only by 89 itty-bitty words.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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