"Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.

She was almost felled to the ground by the extraordinary sight which now met her eyes. There was the garden and some birds. The world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.
She was almost felled to the ground by the extraordinary sight which now met her eyes. There was the...
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