I hope you think of me every time you feel air brush up against your skin, that moment of denial when you think I have gone, that it did not matter, because it did matter, it will always matter.
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed" Ernest Hemingway you then write hard and clear about what hurts, and from out of that, you then find what delights you.........and move on..
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