I forget most of what I read, I know little about poetry and I cannot comprehend history chronologically. I have felt many things; I have loved and loathed and regretted and anticipated, I've been content and unsatisfied and I'm curious.
I thank the authors who pass(ed) along their impressions, I practice recalling the lessons I've learned using words and sometimes find it much more difficult than I anticipated.
I am not an aspiring writer or poet or blogger. I write to cement my impressions. And sometimes I delete them.
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