no right to say what's left is off the table is in the stable before the cows swing by the belfry and the batters up like cups of incandescence and a spelling bee for tea for cakes for vast mistakes and all the routes we plot around them only to plow through -- the truth we cannot compromise and fall we cannot bear, the stairs too steep for up or down and no landing to alight on in the dark
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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