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I find writing incredibly soothing. On soul-searing days when the brow-grappling wind wants to rip my face right off my jaws. On honey-dripping days when I feel so light that my grin melts into clouds. I trace my thoughts, admit what I could not, and harness it all when I craft the words on paper. It keeps me from packing away life in 4817 e-mails.

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