John Saward – July 16, 2017 at 07:13AM

I try to restrain my prolific inner creator. I try. He wakes up and wants to play. What can I do but allow? He gives me such joy. And then, after awhile of this, the very reasonable and fearful and tired adult in me says, you must go to your room now, and be quiet. Writing is such a joy. We find out so much about ourselves between the beginning of a post and its end. The end.


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