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Clearing my mind with some hard labor
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It was an early summer morning, an enchanting time when flowers are blooming, blackberries are spurting to full growth and the birds are happy to have sunny warmth. I had taken myself out to the back porch where often I settle down to write after I have finished a gentle run. All was perfect that morning except for one thing: The words wouldn’t come.