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  • It’s funny how you at first are writing to express yourself.
    Then suddenly someone loves your story. Then another, and another.
    All at once you have a following of people, other writers/story tellers that you feel a responsibility to. Now the pressure is on not to disappoint peers you have never met!
    I use the term peers proudly and yet hesitantly. I still feel humbled by the works, both long and short of you all.
    Some of the poetry leaves me confused and still inspired. I’m not sure if you have to completely understand it to feel the emotions intended.
    I’ve laughed out loud at some of the stories whether I was supposed to or not. Sometimes it was because “been there, done that, got the shirt”.
    But sometimes because they were so beautiful.
    And then the tears flowed while reading about the terrible times many of you have gone through or are still going through.

    Today I signed a petition to end the atrocities in Syria.

    Imagine what I might do tomorrow.
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