For the First Time in My Life I Have Privacy

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It was a wave of realisation that washed over me today when the desire to write morning pages appeared again. It was something I had done in the past but I hid the notebook in my sons bedroom behind his drawers and would rip the pages out on rubbish day so that there could be no trace to link to me. Even the times in between those pages being written and then disposed of a part of my mind would be focused on…

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Seeking those moments of magic and trying to capture them with words. Exploring my depths. Living on an island at the bottom of the world.

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Lynda Claire

Lynda Claire

Seeking those moments of magic and trying to capture them with words. Exploring my depths. Living on an island at the bottom of the world.

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