Every person has a story, every second of every day adds more words to the page. These stories are not predictable, they are thrilling mysteries, monotonous non-fiction, sappy romances, imaginative science fiction, all bound together within one life. Our memories are filed away in these categories, I can imagine walking between the shelves of my brain, perusing the selections. Will today be a romantic love story in which the hero rescues the damsel in distress, or an action packed race against time? If only we got to choose.<!--StartFragment-->
I don’t know where to begin telling my story. Right now I feel like I’m at an intermission, in between chapters if you will.
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