I haven’t written anything in a few days, and then I read something that really touched me. I could feel it move from my mind to my heart and it lived inside of me for a short time. It almost felt like a butterfly dancing across my subconscious, and I realize that this is why I read and why I write. There is a place I can travel deep inside of me and it belongs to only me…..

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