I got another idea for a story today. I was out walking and a string of words popped into my head. I was sure it was you. I remember thinking, “you must concentrate on these words,” but they were gone two minutes later. I remember thinking that those seven words had an entire story attached to them and that if I were to be able to get them down on paper, the rest of the story would fall out, too, by some extraordinary gravitational pull of pen and ink. I had no pen on me, and now they are forever lost. I feel kind of like a magician who’s lost her incantation. I’m disappointed, but I suppose that story was simply not for me to tell. Oh well, right?
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