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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Fountain of Memory



Sad that my baby is off to college stirred with joy for his
adventures. 
Everyone tells me their own university stories,
sharing in the memories of those days when 
faces, ideas, and libraries were new.
Why do we relate as humans to our own flow?
Is it universal water we drink?
Working through revisions on the last chapters of novel in progress.

The grinding each word is coming to an end.
What editing tools have you purchased? I've tried a few.

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