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Literary Hiatus

When my Facebook status is the following:

“… As she read, she remembered the cool autumn breeze and orange coloured leaves. The anticipation during the drive and the excitement once they arrived. And as she read, she smiled; enthusiasm leaped from the pages. She saw the words she had written years earlier. 

Unfortunately, she knew the ecstatic scribbles were soon to be followed with tear stained pages and unanswered questions. Slowly, her smile disappeared & her body became tense with an all too familiar discomfort; this story didn’t have a happy ending.

For a brief moment she had let herself feel again. She put the diary away and closed the drawer where it was kept locked, along with her heart.

It’s time to get back to blogging.