A pink cement kind of night

This blog has served as a repository for ideas and observations.

Occasionally, real life is so much more interesting than fiction that I want to record every word and action not only for diary/journal recall but also as a way of telling us that no matter what we’re facing in life, regardless of how lonely/insecure/helpless we feel, someone else has probably experienced the same thing and survived.

I have decisions to make and a quiet moment to contemplate where/how to toss pebbles into the pond of life…

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