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Whirlpool

So often I have all these fractured thoughts strumming around my mind.

Ideas, doubts, curiosities, possibilities, potential goals, memories . . .
You get the point.

The reason I started this blog was to have somewhere to record these things.

And yet, so often, these thoughts are fragmented - bits here and bits there, all pooling together in the center of my mind, trying to assimilate; Trying to piece themselves together to form something coherent - something worthy of sharing.

So please, forgive me if what I'm sharing doesn't make sense.

Despite my numerous flaws and short comings, I am trying and I am doing and I am hoping.

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