My Nano writing is stalled. This is what I wrote this morning instead. It's still a work in progress.
The Write Land
November is the cruelest month, breeding
Writing out of the moribund mind, mixing
Memory and frustration, stirring
Dull minds with falling rain.
Summer kept us hot, sweating
Earth in heartless sun, feeding
Our lives with fresh veggies.
Autumn
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