John Saward – February 12, 2017 at 08:32AM

I have come to accept my writing is useless. As useless as the dawn of a new day. As useless as the sigh of a mother losing her child. As useless as this moment is long. The writer’s job is to sit. The writing is always appearing. It is free.


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