Well of Words
My well of words is empty.
I watch dutifully the peaks above me.
I wait with patience.
Brooding, surly, wondering.
The sun will rise.
But my well of words is empty.
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About the Author
Grizzly Adam is the author of Mythical and Tangible: Tales of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Singletrack. He is also a frequent contributor to Cycling Utah and XXC Magazine. He spends his free time chasing the advice of Ben Franklin, that is, trying to "write something worth reading, or do something worth writing about."
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