Sometimes, I write.

Rolling in up high.



For the past two months life has been a roller coaster moving up. I can’t and frankly shouldn’t describe everything that has happened but the ride has built up so much anticipation that I actually fear moving forward, not just because there is only so much longer a roller coaster can keep going up but because now anything less than extraordinary would appear dull.  Strange how I can manage to find a hint of cynicism in the brightest of times. Not really proud of the fact.

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