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She called me her muse. Her reason for coming back to class. Also the same day that I realised that I have a muse. How could I have been so blind.

A full moon… tides, werewolves and everything mystic.

Music… so easy for some. Such a wonder to us mere mortals. Blues, Country, Folk…. and add in a voice as soothing as a fine whiskey. Life’s perfect.

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