Sir, I cannot.

The days that I cannot find a moment to write are rare. Usually, I can massage the day to fit my will – to squeeze at least a small window to write in.Today, the day has spiraled out away from me such that I am grabbing just minutes between things.

Today – I try to write but sir, I cannot. 

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