Muse ,Musing,Muse.

In the middle of writing a short story

I got brain freeze(failure to remember something,with the sense that recall is imminent).

So here I am musing,or trying to find my muse.


There it is, I found it right in my face.

And when the storm is over,you wont remember how you made it through,how you managed to survive,you won’t be sure if the storm is really over.

But one thing is certain,when you come out of the storm,you wont be the same person who walked in.

I hope someone out there is blessed by my  Wednesday Musing. 🙂 🙂

A penny for your musing too?





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