The world in the hours before dawn is rich with story. In the dark, eyes closed, cat purring in my lap, my mind fills with words I must write, jewels tumbling from the place where imagination is born: overflowing my palms, spilling from my fingers to the page.
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Ellen Symons Writes 
Hmmm, yes.
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Thank you, early bird.
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Hi Ellen
Exquisite description of what it feels like to write! It’s such a hard thing to capture.
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Thank you, Frances; I hope you are getting good writing time this month.
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