I sit back and stare at this screen with a new sense of duty... my wide-eyed curiosity renewed.
I have been reminded of all the mysteries that lurk behind these keys. And that only my fingers can pound them out.
... I have found a muse ...
A muse that snores, has a receding hairline and smokes like a chimney.
He’s beautiful and I wish you could see him.
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