Nothing is gone. Everything has just been moved. It was an arduous task, but, I need this. I need this soft blue page with nothing on it.
I know that words will come again. I know that moving my words does not erase them. I never wanted them erased. There is a moment when all of this (500 posts) is something that you must set down for a minute.
2 comments:
start from scratch...huge hugs girl!
Looks good.
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