June 19, 2018
New York City
A Fragment.
Perhaps to be human is the impulse
to give love and seek love
beyond expectation of return,
hands reaching out, fumbling in the dark,
one last gasp of hope,
again,
again,
again.
What you want is practice, practice, practice. It doesn’t matter what we we write, so long as we write continually as well as we can. I feel that every time I write a page with real effort, even if it’s thrown into the fire next minute, I am so much further on. - C.S. Lewis
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