The Muse calls…unedited…

I woke to the rat-a-tat-tat of rain pelting my roof, the sounds of my past blasted away at my dreams, gunfire snarled, and muzzle flashes danced behind the theater of my eyes. “You don’t do that anymore,” I muttered dreamily. It’s not even 0130, and I am awake. Does anyone else do this? Get up... Continue Reading →

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