FEELING BEREFT (July 10, 2000)
My favorite pen ran out of ink today. It is not refillable. Feeling bereft, I had to buy an identical pen or risk a writer’s block of sorts. That is how fragile I actually am. Today, at least.
My favorite pen ran out of ink today. It is not refillable. Feeling bereft, I had to buy an identical pen or risk a writer’s block of sorts. That is how fragile I actually am. Today, at least.