On the joys of being alive

I tell few people that my biggest fear is a blank piece of paper- a flyleaf could be the source of my most terrible nightmares
Until I decided to be a blank piece of paper myself and dare others not to read me, but to watch me create me

Use my words as the living proof of who I am.

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