Right Below The Surface

This will be an exercise for me.  For catharsis and clarity.

For, um, er, exercise.  The flexing of the writing muscle.

Looking back over these pages, I realize there are dreams and actions and starts and stops.  There were amazing adventures and the pushing of self.  I regret none of it.

I’m only here, writing.  It’s the one constant, the one thing that’s always been in me.

I need it.  I know that.

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