A twinkle in my eye passed from the past when dreams were ideal and a meal was peeled. This interwoven thread called my past is not yet past. The twinkle remains and so do I.
Basic writing elements intertwine and combine to become something new, something extraordinary. When I write I feel part of myself ripped away and changed. I write to inspire, not only others, but to inspire myself. I write to make the ordinary extraordinary. I write because I love pancakes and cowboys.
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