Recently I began feeling like a sculptor.
I suck at ceramics, but hear me out.
Sometimes when I write I feel like I am not creating an idea, rather giving an already-created idea a space for expression.
Molding an idea that already exists out of its amorphous surroundings.
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Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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