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Day 59

"Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow."

― Margaret Atwood

I scrawled 1523 new words today, just not in the snow.

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342, written as the sands of an hourglass, so are the words of my wip. It's summer in Wisconsin now, so no snow to write in for a few more weeks yet.