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Middle of the Night-9/28/19

  • Writer: cerantha
    cerantha
  • Sep 28, 2019
  • 1 min read

It is 4:59. I’ve been up for about 30 minute. This happens regularly now, and I’ve come to accept it. Before I used to fuss, toss and turn and feel put upon. Now, I smile, rise out of bed and head to my studio to capture whatever is bubbling up waiting to be expressed—on paper mostly, but also on canvas or the flute.

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