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The Pattern Of The Narrative Never Of Necessity Wants To End, It Never Has To.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

My Nature Is A Quagmire Of Unresolved Confessions.

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'

Form Is Never More Than An Extension Of Content.