I sip my coffee and stare out the window of my writing room into the vast darkness of (very) early morning. It is 5:13am. The sun will not rise for another two hours. Yet here I am with my brain lit up like an airport runway at midnight, flashing and endless off into the distance. A string of ideas, visions, fears, dre…
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