I had the best writing high this morning. Even before I sat down I could feel the beautiful energy. You may only be writing drafts, there are still things unfinished, lines that need to be rewoven, but somewhere within the dew outside, the morning seemingly lasting forever, the sweet bitter coffee, the quiet, the calm, something tells you to push on in this. This morning you heard oars dipping into the water and it was so beautiful you kept wading just to hear it again.
mornings like this you feel you can ride forever.

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