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  • Sara and I have had this discussion several times over wine and cheese: How hard it is to meet people and not search their words for a story.

    Because everyone has a story. You just have to find it.

    As writers, as journalists, we’re always on, always open, always sensitive to interesting encounters. It intensifies experience, it turns living into the constant – sometimes unconscious – hunt for a story.

    We live vicariously through others, we immerse ourselves in every story but our own.

    We grab at stoicism and fail with slippery fingers. We get involved. We break the rules. We make friends. We try to help. We cry.

    We waste 30 minutes on a Friday night driving in the wrong direction on a dark state road looking for somewhere to turn around and head home because the flashing blue lights were nothing more than construction.

    The scribbles pictured show a story I wrote and picture I took with my iPhone during a stay in the hospital. The writing never stops.
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