The desire to write is waning - or perhaps just the capacity for it, at this point in time.
I don't know as I have much to say right now, life isn't perfect, but things are good. I'm sure I'll write more again when things go to hell in a handbasket as they so frequently do.
Or perhaps once things settle down more, and allow me some time for introspection again.
At this point, I'm not sure it's as necessary as it once was, but I could be wrong. |
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