We simply are.

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We are the writers.
We are the light and the dark, the shallow and the deep.
We are the black and white, and the gray area.
We are the creators, the tellers of stories, the bringers of life to a myriad of characters who would remain otherwise unimagined.
We are good and beautiful, evil and ugly.
We are everyone, and no one at all.
We talk and listen and read and learn and observe and love and try to live, like the normal folk.
We are the writers.
We are art, and history.
We are truth.
We are sin and prayer and forgiveness.
We are hatred and joy, anger and sadness.
We are smoke and grass and cement and trees.
We are what we see and seek.
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Just a little something I thought I might share :) Grateful for my little notebook of bits and pieces, and music, and organisation. Oh, I do love to be organised, for I so rarely am. I'm glad to be a writer. It opens the world and closes it all at the same time. You can see everything if you look, but you can filter your view to whatever you fancy. This isn't necessarily the trait of a writer - I suppose anyone with imagination can achieve the same.

Grateful that assessment is gradually finishing up. Of the 12 initial pieces due in this last three weeks, I've got only six to go. Very, very happy about that.

I hope you all had a delightful day. Especially Steele - 18 today! Hope it was nice.
Lots of love and cute buttons and kittens and glitter to you all!
Lise xx