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NovemberJuliet turns four today.

It seems like it should be one hundred.

Like this space has always been here.

But it’s only four.

I look back on early ramblings and reflect on who I was then.

It was not a fun time.

But I remember laughing.

In the storm.  In the pit.  In the desert.

I remember laughing.

It was T who answered “write,” to my airy daydream of becoming a writer.

“Start writing.”

So I did.

Thanks T.