The full moon hangs like a pendant of cold brilliance above floating rain clouds . . . distant, isolate, its light offering no comfort, its beauty no serenity . . . a difficult muse . . .
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Hmm..."difficult Muse." How many times does one's Muse not prove to be difficult?
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Lovely. I envy you your muse, difficult though she is.
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