100 Years of Writing.

I could write for 100 years straight (hyperbole, but only slightly) and STILL not be finished.

It’s frustrating and wonderful at the same time.

[It’s] happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time..”

–T. Swizzle

I have SOOOOO very much to write: so much to express, to explain, to question, and to create.

Guess I better keep plugging away, huh?

🙂

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