I know I am but summer to your heart
I have a lot of random thoughts, and I’m sometimes guilty of writing in random fashion, neglecting to show how one thought connects with another. In talk, too, I’m likely to confuse listeners with seemingly unrelated comments. So what’s the connection between an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem and a habit of random thinking? Only that the poem […]
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