It’s deafening, the noise in my head.
Ideas have been coming at me like the birds after Tippi Hedren. Except – I’m try to grab hold of a few just to throw them in the pot and stew awhile. Ideas, not crows.
Meanwhile, as the desire to write ramps back up and I wrestle ideas into coherency, please enjoy this link where I found the photo for this post.


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