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Who am I?
Do we lose our identity as we grow older? This post finds me in reflective mood about who I really am.
Here We Go Again
It seems the annual talk of resolutions makes me adopt a reflective mood on a regular basis. Do you do the same?
What started with a simple object in a ten minute writing exercise, grew into the outline of a character in my head. Her name was Doris.
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