Of writing, aunts, and jiggly arms.

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How beautiful is the feeling of sitting before a blank page, trying to string in words hoping to see a shape emerge while being completely unaware of what to write. You are blank and do not know where your words will take you. Sometime early in the afternoon, you tried to scrape the bottom of your mind for an idea, but you had found it dry. You heard the sound of an empty scratch. Now, you sit before a sheet and let your…