May I sit?

I once wondered why I write when it is likely no one will ever read my words. Then it came to me, moments ago actually – these aren’t only words on a page, random reflections and contemplations… they exist in a place, a place beyond my own, a place where you are too. Because of that I am here, and I suspect I will frequent this place always. I am just that way.


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