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Last published Mon, Oct 18, 2021
Trudging through a space that is wholly foreign and achingly familiar. It's been an awfully long time since I've written anything out of desire and not duty. I miss the thrill. I am also afraid I've lost any right to call myself a writer.
This is my attempt at clawing back what I once loved. It'll be non linear, informal and almost certainly a mess.
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