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That feeling when you have been itching to write something, to say everything that needed to be said---the desire so great that the words are tumbling out of your mouth, your thoughts are stark raving mad, naked, waiting to be clothed by a piece of paper. Then you've wrapped everything up so tight, elegant and graceful. That feeling when you've been waiting so long to express something, and then you sit back, and you see the great work. It is done.
I love that feeling of completeness. But it's also great when you're being reflective on how you didn't think it could be created, and it was.