As a writer, there have been rare times when the writing came easily, almost too easily, as though it was coming from somewhere outside of me. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's like a magic gift from the Universe.
This is about one time when I was in that place where a poem came to me. When I was done typing, I read what I had written. I wa…
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