wystswolf

essay

Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are always becoming.

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where rubber meets the liminal road

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Where the wheels pause, the world waits.

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We forget that we have majesty attached to the ends of our legs.

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“Your job is to collect good ideas. The more good ideas you collect, the more you can choose from to be influenced by.”

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Stark raving madness this way lies

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Your Wolf spent the week at a writer's workshop. His FIRST writer's workshop.

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In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

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There is no shame in desire, only in denying it.

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I need a soul to carry me, mines exhausted

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