thyme ain't nuttin' but an herb

16 years ago,

i had not lived 16 years.

i was 15 then,

now almost 32.

2 decades

4 presidents

16 years later,

i've almost lived 16 years twice.

i still can't grasp that enough to write an entire blog about it.

Gone, again

What was it that made me want to write? At what point in my realizing that there was no pen and paper available; that typing (here) on my black berry would be the only way for me to concisely convey thoughts--did my EGO become involved?

I lost it all.

No clue what INSPIRED me to write.

The battle continues.....
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