I love to write. It's my escape from the chaos of everyday life, and a place I go when I need to reconnect with myself. There are times when, from one tiny idea, my fingers type relentlessly and the words are an endless flow of unconsciousness - as if they are typing themselves and my fingers are just a vessel to get the words on paper. When I finally stop I’m always amazed at how much is written and I often wonder where the words came from; obviously somewhere deep inside my soul, because they did not come from my conscious mind…
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