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Sunday, February 15, 2015

I guess the goal of every day was a bit too much for my current ability to focus on writing things. There's still so much so trapped in here and I'm not really sure that this writing space has helped, although I would hope that it does. But the words just don't come to me. I barely know where I am, without them. So it looks like I'm still drifting..
Posted by Marisha at 4:27 PM
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