learning to write
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Nag Champa, The Doors, and Candlelight
Somewhere, in a trash heap, there are notebooks full of little stories, poems, and songs I wrote. Not to show to anyone; just for the sake of writing. Unfortunately, I threw the notebooks away. Probably out of the fear that someone would find and read them. That was when I thought writing meant getting it…
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