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I completed the draft of a poem yesterday and it felt like … something. My writing life has been a challenge in recent years. I mean, it’s always a challenge, but the passion for it started to feel more like a wound than a desire. I know why. For awhile I thought I was done. I hoped I wasn’t, but for the first time I just didn’t know. Sitting here right now, I don’t think I’m done.

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