That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.
When something is troubling me, people know about it.
Things have a way of moving to the left, and then they move back to the right before somebody finds themselves in the center. That seems to be the nature of the creative world. It's not stagnant. I don't get upset about it.
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