Dear Brothers and Sisters in Turmoil,
My writing has taken a turn for the fantastic. This last day upon the train has catapulted me into a vortex of epic storytelling that both inspires and terrifies me. As I careen across the Russian countryside, I travel even deeper into the grand and caustic territories of my soul. It is glorious. My calisthenics are paying off as well, as many hours grappling with The Pen is taxing to say the least.
The human has been face down on the bunk for hours now. May she stir no more. Meanwhile, I leave you with this visage of my creative output. I intend to put the finishing touches on it tonight, and ship it express to the Georgia Review.
With a sense of near accomplishment,
Naked Man
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