Silence. . .

I stay silent  Why? I feel as if I'm a burden, a gnat in your face, a hangnail  That and when I think by myself, I can think of amazing things, beautiful journeys, then when I sit down at my screen, nothing. Blank. Crickets. A tumbleweed in the wind.  Then a pen. Oh a pen.... Continue Reading →

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