HINT OF THE MONTH - DECEMBER 2020

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 “You have to get to a very quiet place inside yourself. And that doesn’t mean that you can’t have noise outside. I know some people who put jazz on, loudly, to write. I think each writer has her or his secret path to the muse.”  

~ ~ Maya Angelou


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