Reflections of a working writer and reader
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself.
john baker, March 25th, 2008. One comment. Filed under miscellaneous.
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your landscapping looks swank
love the bird picture…if there was one twig anywhere in the pic I would swear that I heard that bird say “never ending summer”
jb says: Hi susangalique. She usually turns up for breakfast; but that morning there was no doubt about it.
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