pinkwind
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i used to hand write a journal/diary type thing, it was my sanctuary from a basically lonely if long lived marriage. i poured everything into it, my thoughts and aspirations, odd poetry and insightful doodles and drawings, the works. Those books kept me from going crazy. i kept them going for years, more so in the latter days after my kids had grown and flown, but once i had figured out that it was time for me to get myself up and out of the relationship there came a point in time when they were no longer relevant. Once i knew there was more than a possibility of a new beginning for me i read the whole lot over a couple of months, cried and mourned the former me, and then took them to a quiet place where i burned them all. These days i cannot hold a pen for long, can't even write a letter in one go, and that aside i have a completely different life than i did before, one that does not need a special place to hold all that is me. Now i type when the mood arises for the edification of those who know my blog thing exists, or those who accidentally fall over it. but mostly for me to say those things that have been overlooked or are spur of the moment ramblings. Just a different world, with differing needs.
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pink... Master Andy's emotion... From Each According To His Abilities, To Each According To His Needs.
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