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I want so badly to write.  To sit down and pour out my thoughts into some wildly poetic and emotionally provoking essay on life and love, both topics about which I know little.  But nothing comes.

There are times when I sit down at the computer with a sort of muffled clarity and there are times when all I want to do is mash on my keyboard in desperate exasperation.  The latter are far more frequent.


**photo by my dad, Gary Rice, in the early 80s

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    • Pamela Baker
    • July 29, 2013
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    I know what you mean!! Love the picture!

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