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Memo # 12
I have finally instituted a writing day for myself. Non-interpretive, uninterrupted. Awesome. There is a rose on my desk from Valentine's Day, I've eaten a delicious maple & pecan pastry, I've replaced the ink in my printer, and I'm armed with a belly-mug of tea. First, a meditation. My favourite thing this week is a…Read more Memo # 12
