It doesn't matter where we go, we always come back to ourselves.
And here I am.
Me, and trying to be a little different, and maybe a little better.
Still me.
I love to write.
Recently, I lost my writing. Even simple notes, of little consequence would take draft after draft.
I used to blog frequently. I wrote emails, stories, poems; chatted with people; had a good time in the virtual world.
My real world didn't take to it too well.
Writing is in me. I can not ignore it forever, and it can not hide from me forever.
I am here to try again.
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