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Monday, August 21, 2023

on the nose

Being a writer is writing every day. The itch to do so is present but I know why I ignore the tugs towards my pen. Sometimes I am afraid of what I am going to say. I am afraid that what spills out of me may be something I am not ready for. All the more reason to write. 
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