The laws of probability, so true in general, so fallacious in particular.
My mother painted and wrote. She always had a painting in progress on an easel in the kitchen, so our house always smelled like oil paint. At night, she wrote after she'd put my sisters and me to bed, and the sound of her typing was our lullaby.
Lyrics are so important, I hate every second of writing them, but it's something I take great pride in when it's finished.
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