We're hours away from a full moon and the sky is full of clouds.
Here, we can see the light of the moon but the form, the shape, is diffuse.
This is so much the way life can be at times. Longing to see clearly, but not quite able to.
The Great Summer Writing Retreat of 2019 begins. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion.
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