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A Pigeon Crashed My Writing Group. Literally.

And this was somehow even weirder than it sounds.

The final stanza of Maya Angelou’s phenomenal poem *(full poem here):

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Love, sex, dreams, soul, adventure, healing, feeling. I kinda experience life as magical. Memoir is my jam.

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