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If you come to my blog and there are only photos, come back for the words.  If you see mistakes, come back if you want.  I proof in step three. Upload photos, write, proof.  I can’t sit still long enough to do all three at once!

I love doing this. This writing.  I have to be creating something ALL THE TIME.  I coached and directed theater to create wins and plays and build relationships. I paint in spurts because some visible finished product that I can look at from time to time feels good in a different way.  Different from the win column.

I started writing this so my kids could look at my diary when I’m gone if they want to. I’m getting so much more than that.  Can’t put it into words yet.  Ironic.

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