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When I Met My Muse –

The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.


I glanced at her and took my glasses off they were still singing.

They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased.

Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent.

I felt the ceiling arch and knew that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched.

β€œI am your way of looking at things,” she said.

β€œWhen you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salvation.”

And I took her hand. ~ When I Met My Muse –

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