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I'm a mother, a lover, an artist. At least I used to be. Something in my childhood spurred the belief that if we give ourselves a title we must do well at said title. I question my personal "Quality control" as it were.
Recent events in my life have caused me to view the world, and my place in it, differently. I think about it often, but that's not all. Every day without rest I have narratives running through my head, a unending stream of thoughts about anything my brain chooses to address. Pure and naive, funny or thoughtful, hateful and damaging. I've often been told to write down the things I think about, and I have for my own private scrutiny; however, as I am questioning my own ability to interpret and sort out my cerebral jib jab, a fresh perspective from an outside source may be more useful.
So here it goes...

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