Letters untethered
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Last published Thu, Feb 11, 2016
These are all pieces I've had at least genuine anger, distraught, happiness, and or devious feelings while conducting. Some are more serious, some are for fun, some will make you hate me, and others feel sympathy. I hope at least one thing I say resonates or touches you all. Please- explore the little journal in my little head. Feedback is what it's all about. Thank you.
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