I oversee just about as much as I overlook. Nothing calms me like the Carpenters, but my laughter remains my favorite sound. Too often I find myself at a loss for words. Ironically, I am possessed by the spirit of a writer. The ghost is not always in me. But whenever it decides to drop by, I go in a trance and start typing like mad. There's no stopping it.
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When two becomes one, one becomes complete.
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