I spoke that story.
Stood before the crowd.
Read the words.
Watched heads nod, eyebrows rise, eyes lower.
Heard sighs at the end.
Wiped that story out of my mind.
And embedded it into theirs.
Trajectory
A portfolio of writings–some new, some old, some published, some not. And an offer to help you with your writing, too.
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