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A blank screen awaits me – again. I take a deep breath. Blow out. Today I will write my oft talked about memoirs.

I crack my knuckles, type a word. Another. Memories rush in, a tide of them.

Writing releases the genie from the bottle, uncaps the well, opens the floodgates. Writing is a wonderful and terrible thing.

I don’t stop, fearing the words will dry up. I don’t stop until I am spent, a river run dry.

It’s done. My memories captured in Times New Roman, 12pt. Ready for me to share with the world, or possibly no one.

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    D.M. over 9 years ago

    Quick! Press Save! 'Enjoyed your metaphors.

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    Julie over 9 years ago

    Thank you, D. M. I hit that Save button a lot, probably more than I need to, but better to be safe than sorry!

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    Julie over 9 years ago

    Thanks, Drew. And very true!

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