My hands are shaking as I type. I’d rather be working on my play. Or sitting in the backyard looking at the birds. Or, frankly, anything else right now. But I can’t keep silent anymore.
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My hands are shaking as I type. I’d rather be working on my play. Or sitting in the backyard looking at the birds. Or, frankly, anything else right now. But I can’t keep silent anymore.
Read More