...since i have written anything creative just for the sake of writing something creative.
but some words are rustling under my skin, unknown and unformed, but moving, restless, & insisting on their presence all the same.
i don't know why i felt the urge to write that here, why i have this little blog-thing at all. but i felt it, and i followed it, because i don't listen to my gut often enough.
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