The Muse has gone! Where I know not. These few words were dredged up from the depths of a dry well. No water drips or trickles in an enticing, tongue moistening stream from its once bountiful source. This happens every so often, but She (the wayward one, My Muse) usually returns after a week or so. Ten days at the most. But not this time. It has been weeks since I wrote anything worthwhile. Brain fade? What ever! I'll have to wait it out until she lights my lamp again. Until then my friends, I'll be thinking of you. All the best Cass

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