Oh! Now, I live in a concrete forest punctuated with fuel smoke and friends who live in computers. I don't have time.
A prisoner gets two hours of sunlight if i am right, but I go out to buy some new gadget or chip to work two hours more.
My grandparents worked hard for a few hours, sat on the sand and told stories. I guess, everyone will have at least one good ol' man narrated story that you would remember.
They had time even though they worked hard. They were the best copywriters, really!
Go smell some flowers... Copies are not from the books. Don't believe me?
There was a guy who sat down by the roots of a tree and closed his eyes.
He wrote something that people follow even now.
Relax. Live. Write.
Cheers!
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