I can write whole day long, from notes to letters, emails to blogging; one website got shut down, I would start another one right away. Why... look around, the people we met, the things we experienced, the books we read, the food we tasted, the laughter, the sorrow, the smile, the tears, ... all, on a daily basis.
So much to write about.
Yet as I grew older I find it harder to put my thoughts down.... not so much because I ran out of things to write about, it's the memory-clog that caused the hesitation. Still, it's a blessing to be able to write.
Really. I want to write. It's the only way I know how to express my heart.
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