I haven’t written anything but blog posts lately, and not even a lot of those. No Christmas cards, no rhymes, no journal entries. That’s bad.
One good thing about Sunday Stories, it got me to write once in a while. Should I try it again?
I haven’t written anything but blog posts lately, and not even a lot of those. No Christmas cards, no rhymes, no journal entries. That’s bad.
One good thing about Sunday Stories, it got me to write once in a while. Should I try it again?
Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
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