A fear spins itself into a gift….

What I thought was a fear maybe was a deliberate choice on my part to write incognito simply for the purity of just writing….without an ID tag so to speak. I love the idea of writing as an early morning mist that dances upon the lake…

or as one of the faces lost in a large crowd nameless and ageless …..

just another face in the crowd...via Wikimedia Common

or as classical music beautifully experienced without any distractions of lyrics.

It’s simply the music.

It’s simply the words.

I simply love leaving you with a gift so perhaps this is my way of giving a part of me to you and you complete the written work using your own experiences and imagination. Please let me know how you like your gift…

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