Hope in Eternal Life

There is nothing better than being alive. The dings, the dents, the scars, the tears –  mean the Artist is shaping me, not to abuse, but to bring my core to light. I have failed in most every dream I’ve pursued. The stories, the poems, the novels, the plays – I have merrily shaped, as I have been shaped. It is my duty as a writer to not give up.

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