“But every once in a long, long while, he’d feel like a bag of punched sand”

Tunes, tea, tired eyes. Some nights I hesitate to get into it, like I’m afraid of not being able to. Then I just jump in and let it happen, and find out the water isn’t so bad, even if it’s cold #writers #write #novel #novels #noir #OfTheNight #wordseveryday #read #books #transcribe #handwritten #indyhall_arts

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