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I walked a few blocks today. It was inspiring. I live where there is still snow piles in the corners of the city, very small patches of ice, mixed with old dried up leaves blowing ever so. The birds chirp for warmth, the sun beams; but, dully. The sky holds promise of warmer days close to coming. “What a story” I ask the trees. There leaves distinct to there piece of Mother Nature; this puzzle of leaves, and trees, and grass, and dirt: can come to life just like a gig saw. I could write of the timeless story of squirrels chasing nuts, the ground hog that finally wants to show up when it’s too late. The history and facts that these streets are fairly new, for thousand years with out them and the couple hundred or so they have been here. Now I jumped on a bus, and not because I was heading anywhere, but because it was there. At this time on this day this bus wants to take me places I can not take my story alone. I am a writer a means of transportation for my words. This is my duty to chase my story. The Darwin Theory. Search deeper then any other writer, change history with the power of words. Who cares who is listening, each one a small piece of my gig saw, my story, and I can tell it how ever I want to. I am not asking for discovery or to be respected for my opinion. I write the things I know. I write the unknown. I create! I write! Oh I ended up at a bar. What a drunk of a writer!

Terrence Baker