I have only been awake a short while and today is already a remarkably strange day. I have had no voice for three days and I fear this may continue. Cherokee Fade has a show in one week and I hope my voice finds it’s way home before then. I also woke up to the sound of someone crying outside my house. My house, also a strange thing the building itself. I think this is just how it will be and the sooner I roll with it the better.
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I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair