Walking down Broad street one day I passed the most unusual shop. Charm School. It was 7 am and therefore not open, but I could not for the life of me tell just what kind of operation resided behind the fresh as mint green door. With an air of the 1950s and a name like…
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I’m keeping this here as a reminder of how far I’ve come. Ack. So frustrated right now but so need to get something written. Today I’ve wallowed in a procrastination station that seemed barred from the outside but as usual, the only bars were self imposed. I hate it when that happens. When I run…
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Candice Near and Far 