E. Catherine Tobler climbed mountains in her youth, in a bright yellow coat, with shoes that were red, yellow, and blue, and made her feel like a clown. She endured. Writing, she decided, is not that much different.
The furry thing which likes to sleep under my warm desk lamp and request belly rubs when I'm in the middle of writing:
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| "Tam had been stealing coins from the market fountain for years. On the night of his twelfth summer solstice, the coins spoke to him. " ~ "The Wish Giver" |
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