"I am not the same as I once was, nor today will I carry unto tomorrow, but become someone else by morning..." I woke up this morning with that in my head. I write even in my sleep, thanks Shakespeare - he must be my Muse. Flip the calendar twice from today and I welcome…
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The other day I was driving alone. The windows were down, a warm 70-degrees wind blew through my hair hinting at Spring coming soon to Texas, and I was singing my heart out as I leisurely drove the winding back streets. “Strangest Thing” by The War on Drugs came through, and I must’ve replayed it…
Her Heart on the Outside 