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… rainfall comes in mist, a ballet dancer in adagio, and the sky is one great expanse of marble—when the horses kneel down to rest and even the sea winds gather the patience to quiet—I find my lungs were made for this damp air.
Mike Anderson
Roman Newell
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Really beautiful, Mika.
Busy working on my novel, 20xx. I also talk about the writing journey on Substack. romannewell.substack.com.
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