I’m thankful for paper and pens.  Fingers and keyboards.  Words to express thoughts, feelings.  To put those things in order puts my mind in order.

For a long time, I didn’t write.  For a lot of reasons, most of them stupid.  No time.  Nothing to say.

Mostly I think I was hiding.  There’s a grand vulnerability with putting your thoughts and feelings to paper.  A permanence that you can’t really escape.

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