Aviation

The cocktail of the evening

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The truth is, I know no other way of writing. And yet, I fight it.

I can’t really start to write with a grand idea. I must just fiddle. Fiddle around a bit, describing my world, letting my fingers do the walking, the talking.

I’m listening to my local, commercial-free jazz station while the world around me shakes on its pedestal. I’m informed via…