I write like an oyster forms a pearl.
I write to surround a grain of sand, an irritating thought, a memory that will not let me rest, with a smooth, shiny surface, which I occasionally cast out in to the world, or get cracked open to reveal.
People ask me why I hate my own writing. They assign descriptors to me that make me deeply uncomfortable.
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