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Muse for Monday

Do you make countdowns? Maybe, just on New Year’s Eve. Maybe, to the spanking which never comes because someone straightens up before you get to the end. Something else entirely?

Muse for Monday

Mantra of M3

Mantra has rattled the lantern only a few times as of late, and much of what she has sung has nestled between the pages of her newest book… Save this one.

Muse for Monday

Considering my inner mermaid and Mantra’s penchant for pastoral poems, this one should be classed as expected.

Muse for Monday

Mantra cold

Some people never understand. Mantra sees their confusion. She feels the pain. She knows the blindness is the cause of the confusion.

Muse for Monday

Mantra was looking for something this week. She refused to sing because she is loath to repeat herself. She suggested a gyroscope.