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Enkeliina
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Diary on Wed Dec 03, 2003 at 06:30:52 PM PST
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I'm new to the art of writing across lines of fire. The sweet additions, like icing on a cake, have failed to adhere. So now I write with learning on my mind. This place is fertile ground -- I hope. My baby-steps are growing.
I straddle the line between old and young. Concepts percolate through greater minds than mine, making coffee in my brain. And yet, the taste for me is too bitter. I dance on a fine line hoping to make my own way. I'm independent. Yet so dependent.
I suppose like all fems, contradiction rules my life.
The details and the expanse, like my words now written. Each small character, stretched out to be read by whosoever will.
Give me time and I may have an angst with my written words made into story. I need to write the story first.
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