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There once was a time when I used to chronicle everything in digital words. Daily bits about any and all. So many things potentially forgotten if not for those insignificant anecdotes. Maybe so many of those things should remain so.
It is no longer in my rhythm to do these things. Somewhere along the way I've forgotten the flow. Maybe it is time to remember. If it is even possible to do so. There is a large gap that will never be filled. Perhaps it shall be allowed to grow no longer?
It all remains to be seen.
It is no longer in my rhythm to do these things. Somewhere along the way I've forgotten the flow. Maybe it is time to remember. If it is even possible to do so. There is a large gap that will never be filled. Perhaps it shall be allowed to grow no longer?
It all remains to be seen.
