writer’s life
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The hunter stalked its prey, as it pirouetted in a merry dance, each twirl bringing it closer to the salivating hunter. But before the hunter could pounce, it was caught in a snare. From its vantage point, it became aware of another, sinister figure encroaching upon its territory. Did that catch you in its snare?
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Long have you walked my friendWithout pause but much thoughtWhen you were convinced inspiration was a placeThat needed a special key, which you had misplacedLong have you walked my friendFrom spinning stories, to writing a thriller, to now mythologyCan you pause and rejoiceOf all that you have achieved?




