muse...
sculpting forms out of chaos – a verbal sandbox
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Late Morning
The NYT is to the words what caffeine is to the waking brain. But the words are fickle, and impatient. They will not stand still. If not released through the fingers quickly, they scatter all over the mind's wilderness. The hunt for them begins.
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