My Muse is Social Distancing From Me

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What happened to the me that was writing, writing, writing? The me who had stories to tell, wisdom to impart, experiences to share? Where is the me that would wake up in the middle of the night with a story idea, or two or three, and have to get up and write…

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Human learning to be human. Writing in hopes of getting there.

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Human learning to be human. Writing in hopes of getting there.

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