A Tale . . .

Remember the good old days, when you could just write whatever you felt—(loved) whatever fell past your fingertips—and it was great because technicalities didn’t matter?

There was no stress because the right way to write sat in the back seat of unknown unimportance, and only the colors and patterns of imagination mattered.

I miss those ‘ignorant’ days. They were, without a doubt, the best of times . . . even if they were the worst.

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