Jason Sister sent me the book of poems.
I remembered Jason Sister this morning as I was crossing Baltimore and driving down Normal toward Truman (which won't make sense to readers who don't live here, but will make sense to Jason Sister).
Thank you, Jason. The poems are great.
And you still need to do the NaNoWriMo.com and get on with your life.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
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