My goodness, we are a complex and peculiar species, and I have lived nary a day without contributing to our complexities and peculiarities; I am a living breathing manifestation of all that’s wondrous and weird—a shiny thread in a quilt of ever-expanding madness, enriched by every encounter that has accounted for my miserly endowment of wisdom and overabundance of shortcomings… or so it goes.
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Visit my newest page Transcendental Journeys or tap on the link to read the story A Wayfarer’s Purgatory. Happy Tuesday, everyone!
Daily writing prompt
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
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