The Corner of the Table Where I Finally Write Things Down
For years I meant to write our family stories down and never did. What changed was not more discipline, but a small corner that was ready whenever I was.
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For years I meant to write our family stories down and never did. What changed was not more discipline, but a small corner that was ready whenever I was.
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