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My Commitment

Writing is terrifying for me. It’s just me, and you, and words. Words which we invent, define, use as we wish. (Constrained of course, but still.)
But writing forms the world, no? And with the world feeling like it is in flames, or close, I’ve decided to confront the fear and write.
I’m not sure for whom I write, or even what I will write. But I will write, at least once a week, for a year. That is my commitment.

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