To My Smoking, Swearing Muse

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I remember the day you introduced yourself.

You plopped down like you owned the place, said your name was Gunn, and you were here to light a fire under my ass.

(I wondered then what kind of Muse used words like that. Little did I know how different you would turn out to be)

You have lit fires, you have abandoned me for years, only to return with a vengeance and a…

I’m a self-sufficiency enthusiast driven by the desire to learn. I’m a reader, a gardener, lover of good chocolate, coffee and life in the woods.

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Carolyn McBride

Carolyn McBride

I’m a self-sufficiency enthusiast driven by the desire to learn. I’m a reader, a gardener, lover of good chocolate, coffee and life in the woods.

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