Except that it was. It was face2face. Other writers breathing the same air, reading the same words, sharing, going into it together, speaking truths and insights and micro stories within the larger stories.Words. My words their words our words.
Trust.
Exploration.
Explosion. Budding. Building.
More for which words have left me.
Working through the vision and re-vision and the revision of re-vision.
Facing ourselves and each other through writing.
Finding gems and tossing some out and getting to the pieces within, where the real stories lie.
And more. But now, sleep.
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