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Courting the Muse

The Witching Hour

June 30, 2012

Tonight finds me restless, missing the solace of your company. I stride out into the street searching for distraction, filled with the intense desire to feel your presence. A breath of wind catches in the leaves of a nearby oak, teasing voices from its branches. They whisper your name, and I cannot help but sigh in exasperation. There is no escaping this longing; this ache of your absence. I find myself driven to pacing the length of my drive as…

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