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The maddening city begins to call you, as you try desperately to cling to the last morsels of your refuge. The truth is you want none of this business as usual business, not in your whole life. You'd be quite content to linger in the ethereal otherworld that lives outside the box, a world of weather and breath and longing, watching the hawks hunt at sunrise and talking to the stars under a full moon, imagining what else life is and wanting desperately to tell everyone. One morning I took a broken heart and a ratty manuscript and drove ten hours through the desert until I reached the ocean, you cannot tell me I do not know where the magic lies, you cannot tell me I'm not
on to
something.