February. The basement fills with frigid ice water, the snow climbs into bed with me. The salt eats through my car and, frozen and drifting, everything dries up. Another blank page, sinus freakout writer’s block. Give me a distraction; give …
February. The basement fills with frigid ice water, the snow climbs into bed with me. The salt eats through my car and, frozen and drifting, everything dries up. Another blank page, sinus freakout writer’s block. Give me a distraction; give …
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