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The anxiety showed up in October
When I started to wonder if everything I had to say
Had already been said.
When I wanted so badly to write
All I could do was think
But it was there
In that city of perpetually wonky chairs
Where I think, finally
I might have really got in touch with something /
Reached a deeper level of understanding
And remembrance for former fondness
And as I sat in the sun with a coffee
The words came flooding back.
by Peta Roxy Brady