It is amazing how often my own words echo in my head. I think about writing and about what has been written.
Thinking about what I wrote last night, I realized something...
I will tell you almost anything about myself. I am not bashful, nor am I ashamed. I will not, however, tell you about other people. I do not repeat what has been told to me....and I don't tell their stories in anyway that could be harmful, even remotely. I also avoid putting my anger, when directed at a particular individual, into written form. Once words are written they are permanent. You can't wriggle your way out of them later when perhaps the crow is cold.
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