The world, or at least this bit of it hereabouts, is beginning to peek out from under the Covid covers, and look around at what is left of what once was normal.
Oddly enough, or perhaps not, the lockdown, if that's what it is, has not been conducive to writing. Plenty of time for reading, walking about, doing errands, and such, but limited opportunities for those broadening experiences that give writing flavor and texture. So, in order to wile away the tedium, I've been reorganizing my files, reintroducing my self to my past scribblings, and building the urge to once again, unmercifully batter this tired and smudgey keyboard. We'll see what happens this time around.
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Michael Lewis
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